Jeanne: Spies

Druce was inclined to laugh, but if Artos and the Lord Ambrosius were behind it - "Ah," he grunted, following the boy's gaze to the doorway again. He was a little sorry; she did not seem like a spy, at any rate, with her ruffled, hen-like speech and her unconscious imitations of Lucretia.

"You're not much of a spy," he said, "but I will not blow your cover if this is the Lord Ambrosius' doing. Be careful you don't do so yourself." Then he broke off, catching sight of the woman coming out into the atrium.

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