Were beauty capable of arresting gravity, his foot might have remained suspended right there for the duration of his natural life. The door creaked open again, catching Inesus in mid-step. ![]() He had charged Rhesa, head among the maids, with ensuring her presentability. The lady had not resisted when they took her had not raised a hand or even asked to improve her attire. Her husband had not been home, but the servants had bid them enter, with some visible measure of trepidation. And Inesus, above all, prized the current location of his head and its rather permanent attachment to the rest of his body.Ī scant forty minutes had passed since he and the house's armed men had knocked urgently at the door of the lady within. He nodded and made a mental note to have the door oiled a noisy hinge could cost a vassal his head. "Almost ready ! I will send her out in five minutes." A thin horizontal sliver of light framed Rhesa's matronly face as she peered from within the dimly lit antechamber. ![]() There was a small creak as the door swung ajar. The pad of bare feet followed an excited rustle of womens' robes. ![]() The maids he had sent within to tend to the captured goddess (plucked from the roof of a citizen of Pyrae, no less !) were slow to answer his repeated inquiries at the door. Inesus paced nervously at the closed door to the vestiary.
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