Lyana showed me the room where they kept old carpets. We found one big enough to hide a body, and we rolled the Marquise in it.
After deciding not to leave blood around, I had to choke him to death. It was better than letting him there, semi-conscious.
The little blood on the place where he hit his head was washed away quickly and flew with the water under the flowers surrounding the path where we stood when it happened.
Lyana called a couple of servants and made them carry my things to my carriage. I was going to travel in the morning; it had been known for days. I'll wait for the landlord in front of everyone and leave after greeting my relative.
The servants carried my things to the carriage.
«This is a token of myself and my husband's appreciation,» Lyana said out loud while the servants moved the carpet. They fixed it on the carriage, wondering why the carpet weighed so much.
«Thank you, my lady. It's a nice present.»
