Juri returned to Marino's manor as she had been told. She considered going in search of Eileen as soon as she barreled through the front door but almost as soon as the idea occurred to her she brushed it aside again.
She could only imagine what she must look like and she was in no mood to explain what had just taken place. Juri wasn't sure she would be able to, even if she was in the mood for talking.
Also, she had seen Eileen's feeling for their master written plainly across the friendly woman's face. She loved Marino, loved him the way an aging aunt must love a sibling's son, and any news of danger would only cause her pain.
Better to wait, Juri told herself; better to wait until she knew something more of Marino's fate, be it good or bad. That, however, was the extent of her instruction for the evening.
