Manon's Child

Part 52

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* DEmented SCREAMING*

i cant TYPE

whst i mean is i hsve to writer nonsense for half a page before i can get snything done

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Ignoring the panicking court, I quickly secure us a council room, far away from any spying eyes. I order all the servants and Lord's away, not even allowing Dorian into the room.

When I'm finally sure that we're secure, I turn to the two witches and demand, "What?" A heavy silence fills the room as Bronwen and Petrah glance nervously at each other. "What." My nails slide into the table.

"We intercepted a message," Bronwen says evasively.

"And?" I snap.

"It was from...," she paused, as if trying to find the best way to phrase it. I refrain from shouting at her to get on with it. "Um, from one of the more restless Crochans. It says..." Bronwen reaches into her pocket, passing me a roughly folded piece of parchment. There are a few blotches of blood on it.

My eyes quickly scan the pages, and I go pale. It says:

I am writing to inform you that the murderer is healthy. We have blown out chance to take him out inconspicuously. He is a danger to our society, and yet he plans to pledge himself  into the government who are supposed to protect us from him, and who imprisoned him in the first place. I suspect foul play.

If this goes ahead, it will result in our doom. They will track us down and butcher us. We cannot let this happen. The murdered sister is coming back with the latest report and should arrive this evening. 

We have to strike before his cousins learn the truth.

Sincerely,

L

"It's in code," I say at the end, my voice emotionless.

"Yes," Petrah agrees quickly. "We managed to decode most of it before arriving here." 

"And the witch that had this?" I ask, still not moving.

"Dead," Bronwen replies.

"We killed her," Petrah explains, then hands me another piece of paper. "That's the translated parchment."

I open it up, reading:

The supposed witch-queen is recovered. It's too late to poison her and blame it on that. To kill her now would be foolishness and an all out coup. I hope this is what you wanted.

Our sources tell us she's going to marry the King of Adarlan. This cannot happen. She has to die before her children are born.