Chapter 57 The Angry Princess

Maddy's face almost contorted as she saw me still in my tattered maid's dress. Mandy pushed a tray of grapes into my hand in resignation and urged, "Get in there!"

With that she opened the door to the banqueting-room, and I felt a sharp shove in my back. The door closed noiselessly. I stepped into the dimly lighted, perfumed hall. It was a small banqueting hall, in the centre of which were draped curtains of gauze, behind which topless men and women were fondling each other's bodies to the soft music of ambiguous music. Accustomed by this time to Madeleine's habitual debauchery, I quietly laid the grapes on the table as if I had not noticed them, and quietly searched for a place of concealment for a moment.

"Lamb!" Madeline's melodious voice dripped with a vague magnetism as she ran a hand through the layers of gauze until her red forefinger pointed directly in my direction.

"To come over!" Her beautiful yellow eyes stared back at me from behind the veil like prey.

I turned and