I sped back to the gallery that overlooks the hall.

Ramiro was absent, and I surmised at once that he was gone to the kitchen.

Then was it that I thought of you and of what service you might render if things were indeed as I now more than suspected.

Like an inspiration it came to me how I might prepare your way.

I ran down to the hall, sweating in my terror that he should return ere I had performed the task I went on.
From the buffet I drew a flagon of that same stout wine that Ramiro used upon his messengers.