As she passed the front of the servant’s train and began to make her way among the gaudy carriages glittering with gold and silver filigree and constructed from exotic hardwoods and with heraldic crests emblazoned on their sides strung out along the road. And as she walked she saw lords and ladies busying themselves by ordering servants about in the hope that they might will more space on the narrow road that they might set up their tents for the night that was fast approaching.
Isabella saw Otto from between two carriages, one of them belonged to his father Albert’s lord and the other a servant’s carriage for the court. Just as she was about to call out she stopped herself. Something about the way Otto was talking and listening at the same time. Almost furtively, if one could talk that way, a sort of skulking, skittish energy. She peered closer to who he was talking to and caught a glimps of Albert’s lord just as his booming voice exclaimed, “ he has to use the device! We will lose everything if he doesn’t.”
“Of course, but if I tell him directly, he will suspect that there is something afoot.” That from a voice she did not recognise.
Otto said, “if he doesn’t already.” Just as a she was about to move to see who had spoken earlier, a hand gripped her shoulder.
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