IN THE KITCHEN THE COOK, flushed from the heat of the massive ovens, frowned at Ignatius.

'She should be eating something!'

'Can't you add an egg to it?'

The low smooth tones of Leseach's voice set Ignatius' teeth on edge. He refused to turn and acknowledge her but nodded to the cook.

'Yes! That'll make it better.'

The cook grumbled, not fully satisfied but set to making the drink while he and the Northerner watched. Knowing she stood just behind ...