|The Second Purple Orchid
"She paused, her weight balanced on her toes. The sharp sound, which
had grabbed her attention, faded away to be replaced by the softer sounds of the music from the great hall.
she concentrated on the memory of the sound, matching the noise against her memories and experience.
A Mouse, no. A Rat,
again no, the sound had been too metallic.
Man made then! A sentry’s staff arm clicking against the granite steps.
She recalled the guardsmen on parade as she had entered the great building, each carried a three quarter staff shod and capped
with Brass. They had paid little attention to her, clothed and bewigged as yet another courtesan. A paid entertainer for one
of the privileged guests, a disguise that had allowed her easy access to the bedchambers. There she had easily shed the disguise
for her more practical purple leathers, the traditional colour of her league.
Then the hunt for her target had begun,
tonight in this much-lauded bastion, another contract would be fulfilled and yet another rumour would be added to the myth
of the Purple Orchids."