Martha listened to Max but watched the strange duo head out of Court. Words like perfidious...duplicitious...swimming in her mind. The Reeve's words did not reassure her.

Smiling sweetly to Max, hoping to convey understanding and agreement, she nodded. Martha offers carefully, quietly, almost inaudibly; "Quite so, sir. Good luck, sir. Text me, please, send me reports at regular intervals indicating your status and present location. If I do not hear from you after an interval of an hour, I shall begin to assume and plan for the worst. Si vis pacem, para bellum."

Lingering near the doorway a moment before making her way back to mingle with those at Court.