MoonQuill

_Unknown Friend_ "Sit down." Tarrano motioned us to feather hassocks and stretched himself indolently upon our pillowed divan. With an elbow and hand supporting his head he regarded us with his sombre black eyes, his face impassive, an inscrutable smile playing about his thin lips. "I wish to speak with you three. The Lady Elza----" His glance went to her briefly, then to Georg. "She has told you, perhaps, what I had to say to her?" "Yes," said Georg shortly. Elza had indeed told us. And with sinking heart I had li…