CHAPTER THREEThe Château was impressive, surrounded on three sides by thick dark woods. Its turrets and towers seemed to have an almost unreal air as they glittered silver in the sunshine and were reflected on the smooth surface of a large artificial lake.
They crossed the lake over a series of bridges cunningly designed to give an illusion of fragility. But there was no illusion about the guard who stood at the entrance to the Château or about their muskets and pistols.
The Duke’s eyes noted everything and then calmly and in an unhurried voice he said to Amé,
“Be careful to be as unobtrusive as possible here. Keep behind me while we are received, say as little as possible and make no movement unless I personally command you to do so.”
He glanced down at her as he finished speaking.
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