Once the tea was brewing, Les sat at
broken down table top set up on the floor. As Gunther busied himself
around the kitchen, Les knew that she would normally have pondered
how he, such a small mouse, could function and do what he did. But
right now, she thought about what the order had told her, and whether
or not she should speak of it with Gunther. They had known him after
all. As she was choosing her words to begin again, Gunther spoke
first.
"I take it you've met the order
then." Les snapped to attention. "Well, at least some of
them. They really do mean well, but they put their mission above
everything else. It gets quite tiring at times." He paused
climbed up to open a cupboard. She watched as he scooped sugar out of
a dish and expertly dropped it into the cups below him. "I'm not
sure they would have told you, but I was once a member. That is until
I was changed into a mouse. They saw the explosion of light and
assumed I'd died, and I let them. And to answer your question, No. I
do not know that Lord Moore, but I did know one."