“Mister Locke. Do you have a minute?”
“What is it?”
“The truth is…I have something to ask you.”
And so the old chief, I, Lord Gerberga, and Grulf went into a different room.
Shia’s father, Danton, was waiting in the room.
“Locke, I’m sorry to pull you away during the feast.”
“Don’t worry about that. I was just going to play with Grulf and Lord Gerberga.”
The old chief laughed. He probably thought that I was making a joke.
I sat down on the chair.
Lord Gerberga hopped up onto my right knee.
And Grulf rested his chin on my left knee.
I petted them both and asked him,
“What did you want to ask me?”
Danton and the old chief looked at each other.
Then Danton began to speak.
“Lock. This is most humiliating for us… But there is a possibility that information has been leaking from our side.”
Eric had been thinking the exact same thing.
And it seemed that Danton and the others had realized the possibility.
The old chief continued.
“Of course, we do not wish to believe that there is an informer in our midst.”
“So, you think it might be someone on the outside who has access?”
“Very sharp, Mister Locke. That is exactly what I was thinking.”
It wasn’t sharp at all.
Eric and Goran had pointed it out.
“We can tell if someone is a vampire’s thrall at a glance. But it’s different if they are charmed.”
“And so you are asking me to find out if there is anyone here who is charmed?”
“No! Not at all. We would never, ever ask such a great hero such as yourself to do something so low as that!”
Danton chuckled and then added.
“No, Locke. We do not know much about magic. And so we would like you to introduce us to a trustworthy Sorcerer.”
“I see. In that case, I will do it.”
I said. The old chief and Danton looked a little surprised.