“Instinct, possibly,” Strauss tells them. “Bears have very
good instincts, we believe.”
“So you're saying he could be a spy?” Fiona asks.
“Or the envoy of whoever invited you,” Strauss replies.
“Wouldn't I know?” The captain asks.
“If it was one of the Fears,” Strauss tells him, “No, possibly
not. There's not much they can't do if one of them puts their mind
to it.”
At that moment their dance is interrupted by a noble looking
gentleman with dark hair placing his hand on the captain's arm.
“Hope you don't mind terribly, but I believe that this,” he waves
in the direction of an army strong orchestra, “Is a gentleman's
excuse me.”
