Errol smiled. “If he had fewer rooms, there wouldn’t be enough cleaning for all of us to do.”
I laughed loudly, which earned a glare from the other two servants. In a quieter voice, Errol continued, “Master Conner often has guests. He wishes to impress his wealth upon them, and usually does.”
“He said he’s a regent in the court. Has the king ever been here?”
“The king has not, but the queen came once when traveling with her courtiers.”
“I’ve heard she’s not very pretty,” I said.
Errol looked at me like I’d slapped him. “Whoever told you that was lying,” he said, as if personally offended. “Queen Erin is a strikingly beautiful woman. Master Conner himself has often commented on that.”
“Is Conner married?”
“No, sir. He loved a woman once, but that didn’t work out.”
“Do you know why we’ve been brought here?” I asked. “Conner said he has a plan.”
“If I knew, it wouldn’t be my place to say it.” Errol’s eyes darted around as he spoke.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I said quickly. The last thing I wanted was to make Errol afraid to talk to me. “I was just curious.”
“All we hear as servants are rumors and bits of the whole story,” Errol said. “You couldn’t trust the little I know anyway.”
“No,” I agreed, then changed the subject. “How long have you served Conner?”
“I came here when I was ten, sir, half my life ago.”
So he wasn’t much older than me. And yet he addressed me as sir.
“Are you working off a debt to him?”
“My family’s debts. Perhaps another ten years, then I’ll be free to go.”
“Do you like it here?”
Errol nodded. “If you do what Conner wants, he’s a good master.”
“What if you don’t do what he wants?”
“Conner sent a messenger ahead. I heard about you.” Errol smiled and added, “I fear you may find out the answer to that question for yourself.”
That made me smile as well. “He won’t get any more trouble from me. It’s becoming very clear what happens to those who cross him.”
“Yes, sir.” Errol stopped at a door. “You’ll share a bedroom with the other boys, but your bath will be in here.” He opened the door to reveal a nice-size room that looked as if it had been converted for use in bathing. The decorations here were soft and feminine, but it didn’t appear to be anyone’s current living quarters, so I assumed this was a guest room. I was tempted to throw myself down on the bed near a far wall for a nap, but given how dirty I was, they’d probably have to burn the bed afterward.
Errol tugged at my shirt to prompt me to undress for the bath, but I jumped away from him and said, “I bathe in private.”
Errol smiled again. “If you will pardon the observation, sir, it doesn’t appear that you bathe at all.”
I laughed. “Well, I won’t start by having my bath with company.”
“My instructions are to bring you to supper as clean as a nobleman’s son. I’ll wait outside if you wish, but when you come out, if you are not that clean, we’ll return to that bath again. I obey the master’s wishes, not yours.” This time, Errol was not smiling as he closed the door.
“You can relax out there,” I called to him. “I’ll be a while.”
I looked for a way to lock the door but found none. So I dragged a heavy chair to the door and braced it beneath the door handle.
The room had a window balcony at the back of the house. I tiptoed out onto it and looked around. A gardener was working below me, but his head was bent down to the flowers. Probably not a great risk of him looking up. The exterior of Conner’s home was built from rock, with a thin ledge marking each floor. It was a long fall to the ground, but there were a lot of ways to make sure I didn’t fall.