With an exasperated sigh, Yorick put the Swamp Witch’s letter down and put his fingers to his temples. Among the rafters above, the shadow ravens had begun rustling and squawking, causing him to peer up into the darkness. When had that started? When had his illusion, a thing to designed to give the people something to chatter about, to help the legend of the Baron of Narlmarch grow, when had it taken on a life of its own? He probably should be more concerned about this development, but who the hell has time?
The young baron had expected the Beldame to leap at the chance to Magister. She clearly craved respect; surely the position would bring her that! But here before him sat not a gracious acceptance but rather a haughty missive demanding that he go rooting around in a mushroom patch. “Across the Tuskwater from my domain”? What does that even mean? It could be outside her picket fence for all Yorick knew.
He stood up quickly. There were loud shrieks the sounds of flapping wings from the shadows above. Where the hell was Brother Zero? He would know where this place was.
“Boy!” the baron shouted. Zebert caming running up. “Ask the Lord Treasurer if he would meet me in the dining hall.”
Zebert turned white and began shuffling from foot to foot.
“Well?” Yorick growled.
“Of course, sir, your Baron-ness sir,” the boy said, tossing his head to remove his long bangs from his eyes. “It’s just that . . . the Lord Dwarf Treasurer Inquisitor is counting the kingdom’s funds . . . he really hates to be interrupted, Sir Baron. Last time I went in there, he threw a tome at me, sir. It was bigger than my head, your baronship.” The boy thought for a minute. “It was bigger than his head,” he muttered.
“Zebert!” Yorick roared.
“Yes sir, your Baronial majestic-ness!” the boy squeeked, and fled from the room.
Yorick sighed again, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. Perhaps Yorick could reconsider this ‘baron’ thing. Corben might make a lovely baron. The shadow raven’s piercing shriek from over his head set Yorick off into a fit of laughter.