An Unco-operative Client

Priestess Tarsa - dark-haired, pretty, small, intense - met his gaze, not intimidated in the slightest. "It wasn't me who hired you," she pointed out. "The Council went over my head. They may be able to compel me to accept a bodyguard, but they cannot force me to hide away from the outside world until the ceremony has taken place. I have my religious duties to perform, and perform them I shall."

"And there's no chance of bringing forward this big ceremony? Two weeks seems an unnecessarily long time for you to be at risk."

"The precise date and time is dictated by the positions of the stars, so as to give the best chance of success. There is no possibility of changing it. Surely the Council told you that when they hired you?"

"They did, but I thought I'd try just one more time. Very well, then. I can't stop you carrying out your duties, but when you are in public I will keep within arm's length of you at all times."

"Not while I am officiating at the altar you won't! If you must, you can sit in the front row of the congregation."

1. More arguing.
2. That night, Fred - who has arranged to sleep in the bedroom next to Tarsa's - is awoken by a noise.

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