Meeting the Marquess

Since we arrived, Baras and I have bathed, separately, and had a meal, together. Now I am resting in my room (Baras has the one next door), and waiting for a maid to arrive with the promised change of clothing, when there is a knock at the door. When I open it, I see the same guard who saw to us when we arrived. "The Marquess would like to meet you," he tells me.

I never did meet the Marquess on my previous brief visit, so this will be a first. "Does he went to see Baras too?" I ask.

"No, just you."

The guard shows me to a comfortable and elegant drawing room. The Marquess, a distinguished-lookibg man of sixty or so, is sitting in an armchair. He indicates that I should take a nearby chair. I sit down and the guard leaves us.

1. The Marquess is as grateful as the guard had implied he would be.
2. The Marquess has been told that the babies are mine and that Don and I were lovers. Afraid that Sara will be hurt, he wants me to leave before she and Don return. He offers me 5,000 gold pieces - an enormous sum - to sweeten the pill.

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