Who: Vaizey, Lucatz What: Lucatz is summoned to Vaizey's office to discuss his stay in Nottingham. Where: The Sheriff's chambers When: 30th September, morning
Finishing the sentence he had been writing and setting the quill down, Vaizey folded his hands as he looked up at Lucatz. Unfolding them briefly to gesture toward the pair of chairs that he had situated in front of his desk, he said, "Yes, have a seat."
He expected the boy to be at least slightly unnerved by his hospitality, and freely admitted to himself that it was half the reason he was doing it.
The other half was due to some thinking he had done. With the old earl dead and the new one taking his place, having one of his men at Nottingham would be nothing but an asset-- especially one who had carried out his instructions with such precision.
Keeping him around would also ensure that Vaizey could prevent an in-depth conversation between the two, at least until he was certain that his deception would not backfire. It had been a gamble, but a successful one so far, and he had no intention of losing what he had won.
The Sheriff motioned towards a pair of chairs and commanded him to sit. At least, Lucatz assumed it was meant as a command, despite the tone used. It almost sounded to him as if Vaizey was being... friendly.
It was odd. Sure, the Sheriff had plenty of cause to be happy on that particular morning, but Lucatz doubted his generosity would stretch very far, even in the best of moods.
Lucatz glanced at the chairs then back to the Sheriff, before nodding in thanks and taking a seat. He intertwined his fingers and laid them on his lap. He had been told to sit, not to speak, and so Lucatz simply raised his eyebrows and inclined his head slightly, a signal that he was waiting for further instructions.
The more time he spent in the young knight's company, the more Vaizey liked his plan. He would have to be careful as to what information Lucatz was privy to, since he was clever; and his loyalties could be shaken, as Vaizey himself had proven. It took another clever mind to do so, but sadly, there were a few of those floating about.
Obedience, though-- that, the sheriff could count on from the young man seated across from him.
"I wanted to congratulate you, on a well-executed execution," he began, not really needing to infuse his words with much honestly. It had been a splendid murder, from the lack of witnesses and the staging, right down to having it pinned exactly where it was supposed to go, with no one the wiser.
Perhaps, he would have Lucatz give lessons to Guy and Bran, as to how an assassination should be accomplished.
Lucatz smiled graciously at Vaizey's words. He'd been right. Vaizey wanted to gloat. It was obvious from their previous meetings that Lucatz had not wanted to perform the task, and here Vaizey was complimenting him on it
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He expected the boy to be at least slightly unnerved by his hospitality, and freely admitted to himself that it was half the reason he was doing it.
The other half was due to some thinking he had done. With the old earl dead and the new one taking his place, having one of his men at Nottingham would be nothing but an asset-- especially one who had carried out his instructions with such precision.
Keeping him around would also ensure that Vaizey could prevent an in-depth conversation between the two, at least until he was certain that his deception would not backfire. It had been a gamble, but a successful one so far, and he had no intention of losing what he had won.
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It was odd. Sure, the Sheriff had plenty of cause to be happy on that particular morning, but Lucatz doubted his generosity would stretch very far, even in the best of moods.
Lucatz glanced at the chairs then back to the Sheriff, before nodding in thanks and taking a seat. He intertwined his fingers and laid them on his lap. He had been told to sit, not to speak, and so Lucatz simply raised his eyebrows and inclined his head slightly, a signal that he was waiting for further instructions.
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Obedience, though-- that, the sheriff could count on from the young man seated across from him.
"I wanted to congratulate you, on a well-executed execution," he began, not really needing to infuse his words with much honestly. It had been a splendid murder, from the lack of witnesses and the staging, right down to having it pinned exactly where it was supposed to go, with no one the wiser.
Perhaps, he would have Lucatz give lessons to Guy and Bran, as to how an assassination should be accomplished.
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