It was an extremely strange experience to sit down in the ancient dining hall in front of a replicated dinner with Leonardo da Vinci across from her and Napoleon next to her. Aspen took a bite of her sandwich and watched Napoleon struggle with his burger.
“You don’t eat it with a knife,” she pointed out and took the opportunity to take some of his french fries.
“I’m not some savage or student, to eat with my hands,” Napoleon snorted. He persevered with the fork and knife.
Leonardo was clearly lost in his own head, eating with his right hand and sketching with his left. It looked like the designs of an eagle or falcon in flight.
Harmony and Kami were getting ready to head out for the night, standing in the entryway, speaking to Magpie. Richard was sitting at one end of the table, eating steadily and ignoring Russo who was sitting at the other end. She eschewed dinner, studying the maps of the land around Middleham.
“Is this whole damn castle built on a swamp? The only safe places to build would be inside the castle walls,” she asked aloud, pointedly.
Richard scowled. “The ground is steady enough to hold the castle,” he snapped.
Russo glared at him. “It won’t always be. You should see the state of the plumbing,” she muttered, looking back down.
Aspen hid her smile in her coffee. She wasn’t above being amused by petty bitching between the doctor and the Englishman.
Above them, there was the electronic whine of an engine and she glanced up. Cutting it close, Jerome.
Aspen stood and stretched. She grabbed the last bite of her sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth, getting ready to be relieved of duty. Let Jerome keep the keep, as it were.
But instead of the calm saunter that she expected from Jerome, the door exploded inward, nearly taking out Harmony. Jerome wasn’t even in uniform but he looked wild, his eyes red and breathing heavily. Everyone stopped and looked up at him.
Before anyone could ask Jerome, he spoke. “I know where Robespierre is!”
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