Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Thief in the Night: Part 3: Mischief

"Wonderful," Professor Raycraft said, continuing to scribble away at the papers on his desk. "We have reached a bargain." He blew the ink dry and folded the paper, slipping it into an envelope from this desk drawer. He plucked the signet ring from the pile in front of him and a stick of sealing wax from another drawer.

"Fetch me a candle, Miss Kraus." He sat back in his chair, watching her steadily to see if she would obey.

Diebin hesitated a moment, gauging the look in his eyes. There was amusement glittering in the lamplight, perhaps smug satisfaction at having caught the spider in her own web, but there was steel also. Hard, unyielding steel. She let out a shuddering breath, from what emotion she could not place, and rose from her seat to collect the candle with which he'd lighted the lamps. He continued to stare at her as she brought it back and set it lightly on the desk.

Raycraft held the wax over the flame for a moment or two before dripping it onto the envelope. He slipped the ring on and pressed his seal into the wax, leaving a perfect impression of the spires and scrolls in crimson relief. He took up the envelope and stood, looking down at her.

"You will stay here until I come to fetch you. Do endeavor to restrain your kleptomania. I will know if you take something else." He left the room and locked the door behind him.

Diebin continued to glare at the door after he left. What had she gotten herself into? It was perhaps too late to renege, but she might always find her escape another night. In the mean time, she might as well appreciate dwelling in a fine house. It was no lord's manor, but it was certainly finer than to that which she was accustomed.

She wandered around the room, taking in the contents now that it was illuminated by the lamps. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with numerous tomes and foreign curiosities. One shelf was dedicated entirely to tiny models of famous buildings from around Europe. The Parthenon, the Colosseum, St. Basil's Cathedral, the Arc de Triomphe, all sat in miniature splendor on the slightly dusty shelves. They were beautifully intricate. She smirked a bit and switched the places of a few of the figurines.

She moved down the line of books, dragging her finger along the spines. They appeared to be arranged in alphabetical order by author. She snickered and moved several of those as well, careful to match the height of each book with its replacement. Diebin wondered how long it would take him to notice, and how long it would take him to blame her. To her credit, she hadn't stolen anything.

Mischief managed, she returned to her seat, awaiting the return of her would-be jailer.

He soon strode back into the room, two articles in his hand. One appeared to be a thin linen shift, the other a thick leather hound's collar with a silver plate upon it. He held them out to her.

"Your livery, Miss Kraus."

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1 comment:

  1. Oh I so wonder what he has in stall for her. And what will he do if he discover the books? Keep on writing :)

    Rebel xox