A Privilege to Help, My Lord...

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 1,040 words.  The Young Duke turns towards his best enemy, and entertains even darker suspicions about our other heroes than the ones he nursed already.  He's pulling the chapter out of the line I'd intended, I'm not sure whither.  It was snarkily entertaining to watch the Puffin Superior and her secretary reacting to the Duke in his full-on active mode, and then watch all their non-verbal reactions go whistling right past his ears - his experience not furnishing any place to file them.  There is just this sort of dim inchoate awareness that his words are not being heard quite the way he says them. 

It must be some sort of Nun Thing, eh lads?