with a stamp of his foot.
‘You’ve already informed us of that,’ the Guard said dispassionately.
‘You’ll all face trial!’ the halfling shouted, pointing his finger at Rex.
‘Considering that members of the Royal Guard can only be judged by their superiors and the Crown Marshal, I rather doubt it.’ The corporal did not even deign to glance at his interlocutor. ‘Please measure your words, or else I shall be forced to conclude that you are attempting a coup.’ Only now did he look at the halfling. ‘And you can be hanged for that,’ the non-commissioned officer added in a warning whisper.
‘Is something wrong?’ Darius had no desire to watch the whole incident unfold from the sidelines. They had to sort this out as quickly as possible and move on. Bleist was planning to speak to the medic, and then think about a good dinner, the time for which was fast approaching. Luckily, they’d managed to find a place to stay for the night in the fortress and didn’t have to look for accommodation somewhere in the city. Earl wouldn’t have been at all keen on staying in a suspicious and unfamiliar place. Well, the citadel might not be entirely suitable either... he thought, recalling the unpleasant situation at the entrance to the enclave. The very thought of the vials of the drug gave him an unpleasant cramp in his stomach, but he decided to wait on this matter until he had all the witnesses and suspects in place.
‘It seems someone wanted to see you, Colonel.’ Rex positioned himself to block the chamberlain’s path slightly and prevent him from approaching Darius.
Bleist looked at the halfling, trying to keep a cool, impassive expression. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t care much what the governor’s right-hand man had to say, and Murphy was the same, but given the impending need to clash with the local administration, it was better not to give them any extra ammunition ahead of time.
The corporal cleared his throat, trying to hurry Burtch along, who merely flushed and spoke, almost hissing through
