FIVE
Spring, 1914
Sir Hannibal regarded the gold seals that swirled in dizzying calligraphy over the surface of the door, leaning heavily on a cane. He really should not have been out of bed, but Green had made the mistake of leaving him unattended, and if the fool couldn’t anticipate his complete inability to follow doctors’ orders, well, then that was on him. Hannibal eyed the door, and the pair of Wardens eyed him, neither wanting to be the one to order him back to the infirmary. Ordering Sir Hannibal to do anything had never ended well in the past.
‘How long has he been quiet?’ he asked at last.
Garner answered. ‘Three days, now.’
‘After a ruckus that lasted for two, I understand. A delayed reaction, perhaps?’
Garner and Martin exchanged a look, but neither responded.
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