The name – Commander Thorne – struck Ryan with the force of a blow. All the relaxed peace of the sun-drenched picnic, the gentle comfort of Suzy's presence, vanished in an instant, replaced by a jolt of urgency. He was on his feet immediately, his eyes, moments before were soft with affection as he gazed at his wife, now wide and sharp with a mixture of shock and intense anticipation.
"Thorne?" Ryan repeated, his voice incredulous. "He's in Carleton? Where is he now, Davis? Did he come to the Castle? Is he here now?"
Davis, still slightly breathless from his search, shook his head. "I do not know his precise whereabouts, Your Grace. The message was… discreet. He sent a letter, delivered by a trusted but unnamed courier. It awaits you in your study. The courier departed immediately after handing it over, emphasizing Commander Thorne's desire for utmost secrecy until he can speak with you directly."
