in the hall, I sense that our talk to Aelfwine and Artemis didn't have the effect we intended. Upon hearing a light click of a door latching shut, I tear myself away from Edmund and ask him, "Did you hear that?"

He knods and replies, "Your warning of the watchmen didn't faze our guests. It's a good thing it wasn't an idle threat. We need them here for our plan to reach fulfillment!"

I smile like a cat about to get a mouse, "And I need you, my love...to reach fulfillment. Let us warn the Watchers and let them take care of things from here. Perhaps a show of out strength will convince them that they are best to remain here in Wyvern."

He nods and we hurry to a speaking tube. He rings the bell next to it, then speaks into the tube, "This is the Marquis. Tell the Watchers that there are two souls taking a turn about the grounds; the Doctor and the Usher's Intended. They are to be returned to the tower...unharmed, but forced if required. Am I understood?"

"Aye, Sir!" is the gruff reply.

I give Edumund a preditory smile and allow my robe to fall open. His eyes are drawn to my curves and dips as they always are. "And now, Marquis Folcwalding, I think it is past time for us to return to our room. I would hate to catch a chill in this drafty hallway!"