“Well, those three,”
the Angel gestures towards the repentant looking comedy trio, “They
are servants of this court, tasked to keep you out of trouble until
you were ready to come here. A task, I might add, that they
completely failed.”
Fiona looks at them
sharply. “You lied to me?” she asks. “Right from the outset,
you were lying to me?”
The phone continues to
ring in her ears, making it hard for her to concentrate.
“We must apologise,
m'lady,” they reply as one, “It was the...”
“Enough!” the Angel
interrupts. “There will be time for excuses soon enough.”
“What about the
Captain?” Fiona asks, “Does he work for you too?”
“No. That,” he
points to the bear, “That is a spy from another court, sent at the
very least to keep track of you. Or maybe worse.”
