Dona Carnelia was coating. Two maids helped her to establish the number of straps of the corset, while a third carefully dusted his boots that he should wear. At that moment, someone knocked. One of the guards who were waiting for property, standing on either side of the room, he turned toward the door. He entered Isidoro slowly, his chamberlain. "Please come forward! - Urged the Carnelia, and a twinge of pain crossed her head, forcing her to take her hand to her forehead.
" You should not use too much brandy, My Lady, during such sensitive times. "
The Isidore said, sounding calm and neutral. The Princess waved the palm of your hand away from the captives themselves, which is arranged around her with her hands folded in her lap, waiting for further orders.
"The spirit is the only What makes these moments bearable, Isidoro. What brought me news of the negotiations under way at the Cathedral of Blackmoore? "
" Not very good, are regretted. - He reported the chamberlain, Carnelia while he sat on the edge of his huge bed, yet to be redone. - Apparently the negotiations have failed. We lost the prisoner and it is likely that the negotiators were all killed. "Dona
Carnelia rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, sigh plan.
" Nothing that we had not expected, I think. Give me the bad news. "
" The Korisande was assaulted before reaching Blackmoore, Lawkrauss the captain was killed along with his entire crew and the ship was crashed near the village of Ulbenard. Moreover, I fear that the other vessel and the other crew were lost, as the adventurers were attacked while they were traveling back to Glantri, and the Cathedral as we expected. "
Carnelia de Belcadiz stood up and one of the maids held her while trying to maintain balance. Carnelia was silent a moment, nodded his head to be able to stand. The servants went back to dress, much faster than before.
"I'm sorry for Lawkrauss, worked for us for so long ... I was a child when my mother took me on the deck of the ship and the captain made me play with helm ... need to take care of his family. Manage personal affairs, Isidoro. "
" Yes, Madam. "Isidore bowed his head slightly.
"I imagine that there is a remote desert and distant enough to prevent innocent people must die for the sake of our family ... right?"
"Yes, Madam." Isidoro repeated, trying not to indulge the melancholy tone of voice Carnelia. An unusual tone, due no doubt to what was left of drunkenness the night before. But Chamberlain knew that Dona Carnelia would be ready to attend hearings on time this morning. Which could not be said of Don Hippolita, still naked and dazed from the wine in the middle of the rose garden in the company of three or four companions. Prince probably did not care what was happening at all.
"Anything else?" Carnelia asked, noting that Chamberlain is not about to leave the room.
"Yes, ma'am ... not really allowed myself to bother to update you on what happened until we heard this statement by the Council this morning. The Vicar of Blackmoor, Sasha, has requested a special meeting and immediately. The church Darokin of us know that the Crypt of Peace is violated, and asks questions about it. "
The princess was now fully clothed. Drive out the headache as you drive away the pesky flies and his eyes grew hard as corundum. Isidoro elf knew that her age would never run out of patience, but he was equally sure that an elf that had not been de Carnelia Belcadiz at this point would be very close to committing an imprudence. Isidore was not an elf, did not belong to the family. But he had worked for de Belcadiz long enough to understand that the princess had committed a serious indiscretion. Carnelia had agreed that the treaties they had taken to the Lost Cathedral because he wanted fewer people can be involved in the plan. If the negotiations as they had expected, failed, the only ones to suffer were the adventurers who had offered to take him. But things are never simple as we hope. Someone had just violated the crypt where the Holy Church of the Republic of Darokin bury their vicars. Who could have been? Arkande, probably. But why? In any case, they blamed the House of Belcadiz for choosing the cathedral as a place of negotiation.
"I think we should accept the offer of Malapietra." Carnelia whispered through clenched teeth.
"provides immediatamenre to contact the Prince Innocents." Isidore left the room.
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