Ghost of the Revelator by L. E. Modesitt Jr

Author:L. E. Modesitt, Jr. [Modesitt, Jr., L. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780312864262
Published: 2010-12-06T05:00:00+00:00

"The Quorum of the Seventy," answered Jensen. "That's the body below the Apostles, in a way."

Llysette offered a Gallic nod.

The Lion Inn was a squarish white marble building, of perhaps six stories, less than three blocks from the Salt Palace complex. The awning under which Heber pulled the Browning was a forest green, trimmed in gold, and a doorman in a green suit, piped in gold, was unloading the bags even as Llysette stepped out onto the polished bricks of the walk.

Another doorman held wide the golden wood and brass-trimmed door that led into the carpeted and hushed lobby.

The concierge looked up expectantly as the three of us neared. "Brother Jensen."

"This is Doktor Llysette duBoise and her husband, Minister Johan Eschbach."

"We are pleased to have you as our guest." The clean-shaven blond concierge nodded to Llysette.

"The performance suite."

"Yes, Brother Jensen. The nonsmoking one?"

Jensen turned to us.

"Definitely," I said.

A faint smile crossed the concierge's face. Approval, I thought.

Even the interior of the elevator was paneled in golden oak and trimmed in shimmering brass. The floor was a white marble tile. Jensen pressed the "six," and the lift hummed upward.

Brother Jensen turned left off the elevator, and we followed. He paused at the door to the suite, then bowed and handed a folder to Llysette. "This has the rehearsal schedules, as well as Doktor Perkins'

wireset number, and some information about the hall and an advance copy of the program— the one you and Doktor Perkins approved. The master classes will be held in the small recital hall. It's marked on the map." He unlocked the door, then handed the two keys to me.

We stepped inside and onto a thick pale green carpet. My boots sank into the pile. The walls were a cream damasked rose pattern, and the crown moldings were cream as well.

The performance suite was capacious indeed. The space contained a master bedroom with a triple-width bed and two separate attached bathrooms, a living room, and a small kitchenlike area, with an eating nook overlooking a balcony. From the windows and the balcony it looked almost like I could have thrown a rock and hit the northernmost buildings of the Salt Palace performing complex.

The suite was definitely for performers. There was even a console piano on one wall of the sitting area—a Haaren. I had to smile at that. I just hoped it was tuned.

"I've taken the liberty of including several bottles of wine in the cooler. Alcoholic beverages aren't permitted for Saints, and they're not served in the restaurants, but there is a dispensation for visiting dignitaries."

"We appreciate the consideration," I said politely, "and all your arrangements."

"You have been most kind," Llysette added.

"If you wish to eat in the Inn, just put the meals on the room bill, and we'll take care of them. That is a standard part of the contract. If you wish to eat elsewhere, leave the receipts for me with the concierge, and I'll ensure you're reimbursed— for the two of you." Jensen frowned momentarily, then continued.

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