Con went to the kitchen, then returned and seated himself between Aaron and Azza. "They'll bring us lunch."
I decided on redfin soup, a light salad and toast points. I found myself staring out the front window at the wraiths that the winds were hurling past us. They came from all points of space and time, as well as all walks of life. Even as I watched, a priest in his gown, a man in what looked like pantaloons and fluffy ruffles at collar and wrists suit blew by, followed by an elderly lady in a long Victorian gown.
I was grateful that I had followed our Lord throughout my life. How could one not? He had given His all for humanity, and each individual in it.
After eating, we returned to the elevator. Garl pushed the button,and the back opened onto our stairwell.
Since the door to Dragon's Inn was the final door, and the stairs halted there, we floated back down to Castle Talon, once again hovering over the stairs.
Inspecting the North Tower found nothing more, so we headed for the Southwest Courtyard, after me looking at that statue of 'myself?' on a horse, and wondering who, what and why.
The Southwest Courtyard was more open than the other two. It was a large field. There were several fruit trees (apple, pear and cherry), a kitchen garden taking up the center, and a riot of flowers filling the rest.
Benches were sprinkled around along the sidewalks that quartered he roughly three acre, triangular space.
We walked all through and around the beautifully ended courtyard. There were no surprises. It held no statues.
As one, we turned to look at the South Tower. It was getting dark, so we headed for the dining room.
My new staff had included a cook. Had to admit that I was curious about him/ or her. So many names had been tossed at me by George Anders that I remembered only his. Hopefully, time and familiarity would solve that.
A light broth with carrots and tiny peas was followed by a lamb roast. Next came a mixed lettuce, onion, tomato and cucumber salad. We had a large carafe of coffee, and a teapot at each corner of the table. The tea was Earl Gray, a favorite of mine.
We received a dessert of apple pie, and a cheese tray was passed around the table. My hunch that our staff was Edwardian was getting stronger.
Anders stood by the breakfront on the western side of the room, inspecting each dish as it passed him. He issued no complaints.
I led the way back to the living room. We seated ourselves and relaxed. Not much was said. the question of why that stairwell led to Dragon's Inn kept popping into my thoughts.
To be continued............................