Chapter 6

Ahead, someone turned the corner. He slowed his pace.

“What are you doing?” asked the man, a suspicious expression on his face.

Was it the same man who had seconds earlier been speaking to Bathor? The leather armour. The helmet. It had to be.

“Am I not allowed here?” said Pan with a note of defiance. “I thought I was a guest here, not a prisoner.”

“You have no reason to be out of your room,” said the man, craning his neck to look further down the corridor.

“The smells of the kitchen lured me out. It is long past my usual dinner time and I’ve had nothing to eat since breakfast but a few grapes.”

The man nodded. “I’ll see to it a meal is brought to you. Do forgive his lordship. He’s been rather busy.”

I bet he has, thought Pan. “Thank you,” he said before continuing on his way, pleased with himself for the skillful way he had handled the situation.