knew something, but I couldn't figure out what. I have more information now."
Not answering she smiled a little and bowed. This one was a little ironic. The facial expression gave it away.
"You do? What information do you think you have then? Impress me with your data." Her tone was playful, but he noticed that it was creeping up on twilight as they spoke, early yet, but if the Royal Guards wanted him to take them in a Fast Carriage that meant that it was something very covert, that the King's secret elite forces weren't in on. It had been so obvious to him that that's what the students from Lairdgren that hung around with Tor were that he hadn't known it was a secret at all to begin with.
Thinking that let him put it all together, it just clicked, as information did when you had enough to come to a conclusion.
"You were in a meeting with Sara Debri, Maria Ward and Ali. I noticed that you didn't have anything out to work on, so it wasn't a sewing circle or weaving group. You were talking. Yes, that could have been about anything, but you all wanted to go along when I went to take Smythe and Sam up to Wildlands. I could see you taking a day trip, or asking me to take you all somewhere fun, but to the site of a minor theft problem? No. Maybe Ali could have dragged you along, but you were all too eager.
"Except Sara. She didn't really want you to go, did she? Definitely reluctant to do it. Maria seemed very excited to connect with William Smythe as well. I suppose it could just be a crush, but if that was the case, she'd just send a note. I really doubt the man would say no to a simple meeting, even if it wasn't something innocent. The Countess is rather attractive after all. That means that she wanted to be near him, but not with him."
He paced, a little stuck, for a few seconds while he tried to go over everything he knew.
"Right. No one noticed how the kids were being kept. It might make sense for Counselor Smythe, since he's a military man, but the rest of you should have noticed, but you were all too distracted. You were looking around, toward where Tor's friend Baron Kolbrin and his 'instructors' used to stay. They had a nice big headquarters for their secret force at the back of Wildlands. None of them were around... and they haven't been. Not since before I got back from Vagus. Not that I've heard of. You wanted an unannounced visit to see if any of them were there."
Which meant... It took a second for him to understand it, but finally he nodded, putting it together.
"They're missing. Not all of them, but something caused them to scatter to the winds and no one, not even the King, knows where they are." He waited a beat to add the next bit. "That and you're pregnant, and it isn't my brother's child."
She practically exploded in a denial, but it was the wrong one.
"I'm not pregnant! Why would you think that?"
Timon looked at her for a long time, not moving other than to breathe.
"I know you aren't. The rest was right, or you would have tried to deny it first. It isn't the Larval assassins like you think, though they might be able to pull something like that off. I also doubt that anyone could just take those people. No, someone said something that made it seem like there was a threat and they're trying to defend against it. It has to be pretty big if they didn't feel they could share it with anyone."
Collette scowled at him and curled a fist, looking ready to beat some answers from him. That was understandable if his hunches were correct.
"Stop reading my field. It isn't polite."
He shook his head then and smiled at her, "of course. It would be totally fair, but I can't do that yet. Not at a distance like this. If you want to hold hands I might manage it. I'm just putting together information and watching what you do, how you hold yourself. That and making some guesses."
Looking out the window, a clear bit of shield that showed the world was getting gradually darker, Tim moved closer to her and bowed, his
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