Page 67 of The Last Necromancer
"She shouldn't be privy to ministry business." Gillingham raised his voice, insuring I could hear.
We headed to the kitchen, where Cook stood over the range, stirring something in a pot. "Charlie," he said with a nod at me. "Hungry?"
"No, but I've been ordered to eat something."
Gus handed me a plate with lettuce, a slice of bread and a sliver of beef on it. "Sit. Eat."
"You are all so demanding." I sat and accepted the plate.
"They be staying, sir?" Cook asked Fitzroy.
"Not for lunch." Fitzroy stood by me as I ate, which would have been enough to put me off my appetite if I'd had one. "Have tea brought in."
Cook set the wooden spoon aside and handed Gus a pot. "Fill it."
Gus left with the pot just as Seth arrived. "Lord Gilly's in a fine mood today," he said. "What set him off?"
Fitzroy's gaze met mine. "Me," I said, cutting up my beef. "He seems to have something against lying, thieving necromancers. Can't think why."
"Ignore him." Seth placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I was so surprised at the intimate gesture that I pulled away. A blush infused his cheeks. "My apologies," he mumbled. "I forgot that you're a…"
"Lying, thieving necromancer?"
"Woman."
I smiled to let him know I wasn't offended. "It takes some getting used to." I wanted to tell him that his touch hadn't upset me—just that I wasn't used to it. However, there seemed no easy way of broaching the subject, so I remained silent.
I finished my light lunch, including the scoop of jelly afterward, and joined the committee members in the sitting room with Fitzroy at my side. He even remained standing by me as I sat. He must think me at risk of running off again.
"How much have you told her?" Lord Gillingham asked, before anyone had even taken a breath.
"Everything she needs to know," Fitzroy said.
"Is that wise?"
"Yes."
Lord Gillingham snorted. "I'm not sure your judgment is one we should trust."
The silence that descended was as smothering as a shroud. Lady Harcourt opened her mouth to speak after a moment, but Fitzroy got in first. His voice was as cold as ice.
"Whether you trust my judgment or not is immaterial. Charlie is an integral component in my plan, and she must be kept informed. You are not integral to any part of my plan. If you disagree with my decisions, see yourself out. My men are busy."
Gillingham's jaw dropped like an unhinged trapdoor. "I say! You dare speak to me in such a manner!"
"May we please discuss the situation?" Lady Harcourt looked distressed, and I felt a little sorry for her. These gentlemen were her peers, perhaps her friends, and Fitzroy her lover. It put her in an awkward position, particularly as the only female member of the committee. Not for the first time, I wondered how a beautiful young woman had ended up part of the body that oversaw the Ministry of Curiosities. Particularly now that I'd met the final member, another aged lord.
"See how he repays you, General!" Gillingham crossed his legs and settled into the armchair. "You should have had him disciplined more as a child."
Lady Harcourt, sitting beside me on the sofa, stiffened and pressed her gloved hand to her lips.
"That's enough, Gilly," Lord Marchbank said. "You're upsetting the ladies."
"Lady," Gillingham muttered. "There is only one present."
I sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon.
"Tell us about Charlotte Holloway, Lincoln," the general said quickly. "How did you learn the boy Charlie was, in fact, her?"
