Chapter Seventeen
I’ll admit, I was surprised at Lyrriant. ‘Twasn’t like him t’ be so unhelpful-like, ‘specially to a pair o’ pretty young ladies. But the Kostigern, thas a thorny topic. Gets people mighty worked up.
I ‘ad all my best folk out lookin’ fer some way to help Miss Isabel, as ye may readily imagine. Nobody remembered the poor Ferryman, let alone his name, an’ no one knew where to go lookin’ fer the Kostigern’s hidey-hole neither. Aye well, he was always well tucked away, that one. But wi’ the Ferryman rememberin’ next to nothin’ himself, the Chronicler missin’ an’ Lyrriant unwillin’ to speak, where did that leave us? Wi’ a mighty ole mess.
It worried Miss Isabel, I’ll no deny. But somethin’ odd came to pass soon after — an’ in the midst of a grand ball, at that! ‘Twas a conf
