"If you don't mind my interrupting your no doubt fascinating private conversation," said Richard, lifting a blond brow, "there have been some inquiries as to why our guest is not bound." "Or trussed," contributed Henrietta. "I have," said Nicolas, spreading his arms wide, "attempted to explain, but your comrades, my love, seem reluctant to listen. I would prefer not to have rope marks on this coat, if it is all the same." "There must be some shackles in the dungeon," said Henrietta darkly. "Rust stains," said Nicolas politely, "are very difficult to get out. My valet would be most cross. And one does not like to encounter Gaston when he is cross." Miles nodded knowingly. "Valets, eh?"