“Monsieur Eberhardt, I’ve been searching for Vous!” the deep nasally voice was unmistakable and caused Detlev to grind his teeth unexpectedly. Detlev relaxed his shoulders and hurriedly spoke, “Monsieur Roux, I was just preparing to depart for a meeting with the royal cartographer concerning an expedition to map the coastline of Avar, and I apologize but I must be going.” “But Monsieur we must discuss his majesty’s baggage train’s security detail..” M. Roux baritone was drowned out by a thunderous crash and a shrill scream. “What was that?” asked M. Roux to a quickly shrinking view of Detlev’s broad back. Detlev bound up the stairs two at a time and upon reaching the second floor was greeted by an empty hallway. “Where are the servants?” he thought, Detlev advanced down the hall retrieving a small knife he kept tucked in his belt. As Detlev rounded the corner to the Prinz’s private wing he felt some relief as he spied the household guard on either side of the entrance to the Prinz’s offices.
The guards looked at him as he advanced, they had an almost sheepish look, like a child who had been caught with a thimble full of rum. Another crash, less spectacular than the first reached his ears, “What is this disturbance?” Detlev shouted as he entered the Prinz’s study. The room was strewn with papers, the tapestries stained with ink and a bureau lie on its side. Detlev did not immediately see the Prinz. Detlev lowered his voice and spoke, “Does his lordship require any assistance?”
Detlev noticed he had been grinding his teeth again, unclenching he spoke, “Does your majesty refer to reports of the Morean mission to Bizerrca?” “Mission, it is a pact with the Deyvil, himself, that women should be supporting fellow Christians not prostrating at the feet of the pagan as a concubine!!”, the Prinz thrashed and threw a spittoon at the eastern wall. “Her majesty is not involved in our conflict and only seeks to procure the villain Ducas.” Detlev deliberately lingered on the word majesty. “Villain!!! The man should be canonized for his privateering efforts, WE should employ him to fight the Bizerrcans!” Detlev had never seen the Prinz this passionate, making it all the more sad that this vitriol was wasted on what in his mind was clearly not an affront to Cavenderia. “My Prinz if the Princess means to join in unholy alliance with the Dey, why would should wish for her grandson to visit our court?” Prinz Geoffrey loosened his grip on the copy of Barius’ Diatribes which was about to become air borne. The Prinz’s brow softened, “we have not heard of such a visit?” “News of the Princess’ desire for her grandson to visit several royal courts including your majesty’s arrived only this morning.”