123 Chapter 123

The stairs smelled musty. Dampness coiled around her nostrils the instant she maneuvered Topaz through the door. Mrs. Ferret rushed to shut it behind them. Too many treads on tired feet from dawn till dusk. The business of opening a window to let in the midnight air, another task it was easier to forget. How could she remember so much when this could be a trap? And at the very least they would take Topaz from her? Many a slip indeed. And yet, relief had washed at these words. His Grace is difficult. These ones too.

"Let me help you, me lady. Meanin' no affront, but you won't get her down there otherwise."

Splendor nodded. Too many things were caving in around her like temple pillars for her to refuse help. Down. Down. The pillars and the steps. Stillmore wasn't likely to return from the ball this cobwebby way, if he returned at all. She'd seen him with Babs Langley. Babs Langley, she could fight. But him?