Before the Storm: Act 9, Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“Why’re we goin’ to the house bein’ run by a Noble instead of the other one? Should be easier if we don’t have to deal with a Noble, yeah?”
“Because both houses are being run by Nobles.”
The armsmen looked up from their chatter as Countess Beaumont emerged from the manor’s front entrance with an answer to their question.
“Simply because a Noble scion joins another household doesn’t mean that they forget their upbringing,” the Countess said. “James Tempe is the third son of Count Tempe and has served as House Lowre’s Butler for twenty-five years. With him managing House Lowre on the infant Count Lowre’s behalf, it would be no different than facing off against the late Counte Lowre himself. Baroness Illerand, on the other hand, is in a similar situation as myself.”
Lady Beaumont walked out onto the cobblestones, sheltered from the drizzle by a blue parasol held aloft by Claire. As far as urban carriages went, it was pretty standard: a four-seater cabin that sat high over the road with footholds for a pair of footmen in the rear. Decorations were minimal and a space had been to hang identifying plaques on either side of the vehicle. One bearing House Beaumont’s per fess engrailed argent and azure with its single green mountain top occupied both sides.
After walking around the carriage twice, the young noblewoman nodded in satisfaction.
“This will be sufficient for this weather,” she said.
“It looks different depending on the weather?” Reed asked.