Grunewald appeared startled. ‘That… was supposed to be hidden,’ he said with some annoyance. He picked up the scroll and gently tossed it up into the air, whereupon it vanished.
‘Secrets, is it?’ said Bessie happily. ‘How excitin’. I shall be sure to discover all about it.’
Grunewald’s grin was a touch twisted. ‘Doubtless it is impossible to prevent you. It is a scroll, baggage, upon which is written a partial account of an old conflict.’
Bess nodded encouragingly. ‘And?’
Grunewald sighed. ‘It misrepresents me.’ His jaw clenched with anger and he glowered into his glass.
Bessie suppressed the urge to giggle. ‘Truly? Someone somewhere wrote somethin’ untrue about you and you are wastin’ your time worryin’ over it?’
Grunewald stared at her with narrowed eyes. ‘You are dismissive.’
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