The old butler mentioned the third prince, stirring something in Elliot's heart.
He frowned slightly and asked as though in passing, "I remember you saying that after the Rose Troupe went to the imperial capital, the third prince would attend their performances?"
Conrad did not answer immediately. Instead, he swept his gaze over the servants standing nearby. Taking the hint, they silently bowed and withdrew.
"Yes. His Highness Sidney, the third prince, has always gone his own way, and his reputation among the nobility is controversial-in an unfavorable way. Recently, he has even been discussing policies of state in public, sharply criticizing the Poor Law His Majesty signed not long ago. And His Majesty's health happens to be deteriorating; he suffered a serious illness a while back-"
Elliot could not help drawing a sharp breath.
The third prince was so openly telling a gravely ill old emperor what to do?
"Ah, well-" For a moment, he did not know what to say.
The old butler sighed softly in agreement. "You would do best to keep your distance from the murky waters surrounding the third prince-if you have any reservations, I shall immediately arrange to decline Sir Ryan's visit."
"No need." Elliot shook his head, his gaze becoming calm again. "Receive him as planned. When is he expected to arrive?"
"At lunchtime."
Elliot nodded, then turned and walked away without hesitation.
He was actually desperate to ask whether Miss Elegy would be visiting, but firmly suppressed the urge. He would never bring it up himself, or even reveal the slightest sign that he knew about it.
For now, the old butler seemed trustworthy, but since Elliot had decided to keep it secret, he had to take that secrecy to its utmost limit, even if it looked as though he were matching