I said nothing, because if I'd opened my mouth I might have ruined the moment trying to explain that safety wasn't a promise made lightly. It was a responsibility, a very expensive one, but one I'd already accepted.
William stepped forward with a tray of tea and small cakes. "Would Young Master Spiro like to remain for breakfast?"
Spiro looked at me again. This child had developed the worrying habit of checking my expression before making decisions. I'd have to correct that eventually. Not now.
"Go with William," I said. "Eat something sweet. Then you may write your note to Mil."
His expression brightened slightly. "Can I tell him Grandmother and Grandfather came?"
"You may tell him whatever you wish, provided you don't mention captured priests, temple conspiracies, or dangerous bells."
He thought about this. "I will not."
"Good."
