"Let them go if they're quiet, Robert," Kate said. "There's been enough killing for now."
"I don't want to give them time to reassemble," he said.
"Leave them be," she repeated strongly. "Concentrate on your two jobs and your daughter's two jobs that, right now, she cannot do. Four jobs ought to be plenty for any one person to wrestle."
"Six," Robert corrected. "I have to do something with Sparks to rebuild. I made a commitment to that. And, I do have the organization to run--on top of my two jobs and Khaat's two."
"Then you surely ought to be able to find something to do," Kate scowled. "I suggest you get at it."
"Go away, Kate," he groaned. "Let me have an afternoon, for God's sake. I'll go tomorrow." He yawned, picking up his jacket, and going outside. Kate smiled slightly.
"His fatigue is getting to him," she said. "I warned him and he wouldn't listen. He'll drag for a day or so now. He's hoping that the cold will make him feel more alert. Watch this." She flicked her wand and apparated Brian's office furniture out into the yard almost right in front of Robert. He whirled around to face the house.
"Very funny, Katherine!" he shouted. He sat down at the desk and simply propped his feet up on the desk, watching the snow fall on the desk and on his jacket.
"Is he going to stay out there?" Angus frowned.
"Probably. If for no other reason than to make a point," she laughed. "He'll come back in when the cold starts to get to him."