The show time didn't last very long. Once Samuel proved to the Brotherhood we were who he claimed the meeting broke up, though I didn't get to watch the others leave. Samuel turned and returned the way we had come, with Jack, I in his golden grasp, trailing along behind.
Two corridors and several doors later, I was planted in a high-backed wooden seat at a long dining table, a pristine place setting before me and more food than I could imagine eating spread out before me. Samuel took his place at the head of the table while Jack simply stood quietly beside him.
The handsome Brindle shook out his napkin and placed it over his lap, gaze never leaving me. "I'm most grateful to you, Auburdeen. Without you, I now wonder if Jack's full transformation would have come too late. Not for the event itself, but to keep my followers believing. You've done me a great favor."