A Talk With Sarah

Elliot shot me a confused look, and I shook my head. Do not look at me. She does not know I am here.

Sarah stirred a cup of tea, the spoon clinking against the sides of the cup. Her etiquette instructor would cure her of that soon.

After taking a sip, Sarah placed the cup shakily back on its tray.

“Last night, I awoke to a loud crash. When I light a candle, my washing basin was in pieces on the floor and there was a message on the wall. You can still see it.”

She gestured to the wall where one could still see the faint traces of the message I had written on the wall in red wine. My hand had kept becoming transparent, so it had taken a long time. It had taken almost as long to knock over the basin.

Elliot squinted at the writing. “Oh yes. Interesting.” Sarah gave him a curious look, then realization came over her face.

“Sorry, I did not think... It says, ‘I need to talk to you. Will.’ At first I thought one of the guards had played a prank. But when I went back to bed, I saw a handkerchief fly through the air right in front of my eyes.” At this point her voice had started to shake so much that she had to take a deep breath before she could continue. I felt guilty for frightening her.

“D-do not worry,” Elliot said, glancing at me again. I scowled at him. I did not Sarah to know that I was sitting next to him. It would scare her out too much and right now we needed her calm.

“Tell her that she needs to tell the duke that I was murdered and that they need to find the killer.”

“You n-need to tell the d-duke that King William was murdered and that they need to find the k-killer.”

Sarah had a bewildered look on her face. “Murder? Killer? What do you mean?”

“I t-tried to tell the nobles, b-but they did not believe me.”

From the look on Sarah’s face, it appeared that she was inclined to do the same.

“I am not so sure about all that, but I am willing to try after all the strange things that happened last night. However, I do not think that the nobles would believe me either.” She noticed Elliot eyeing the biscuits on the table, and she laughed.

“Do you want one?”

“Oh no, I was just…”

“It is okay. These crazy nobles eat too much.” She pulled out a jam biscuit and handed Elliot one. “You had best be on your way. We can talk more later.”

“Alright.” He stood and walked out of the room. A smile was on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” I asked.

The grin disappeared. “Oh, n-nothing. She is very nice.” I looked at him and realized what was happening.

“She is also engaged to my brother.” Any leftover giddiness disappeared at that point. But I knew that I was doing what was best for him. If I did not nip this crush in the bud now he would be heartbroken later, the way I was.

“What happened?” Julian appeared from around the corner.

“She just wanted to talk,” Elliot told him. “She gave me this.”

“Mmm, biscuits. Give me some, will you?” Elliot snapped it in half and Julian took it.

“You know,” he said, chewing loudly, “that Sarah girl might have taken a shine to you.”

I glanced at Elliot. I hope not.

The End

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