Murder in Lamut
“Once through the door, he gestured for Kethol to take a seat. They were in the room called ‘the sitting room’ for some reason, although every room in the baron’s suite had chairs suitable for sitting. Morray seated himself across the table from Kethol before pulling on the bell-rope at his right hand.‘I find myself in need of a glass of wine,’ he said. ‘Or several, perhaps.’Emma, the daughter of Ereven, the housecarl, was in the doorway almost before Morray had let go of the bell rope.‘Yes, my lord?’ she asked, smiling.‘A bottle of good red, please, and two glasses–unless you find yourself hungry, as well, Captain Kethol?’Kethol shook his head. ‘I ate earlier,’ he said. The pounds of horsemeat were still weighing heavy on his belly; just as trying to work out how to tell Pirojil and Durine what he had done to distract the feuding factions was weighing on his mind, and whether to just keep his mouth shut was weighing on his conscience, or what there was of it.‘Then just the wine, pleas...e,’ Morray said, smiling gently at the girl.‘At once, my lord.’ She departed the room as quickly as she could.MoreLess
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