"I'm not moving Khaat anywhere until I see her," Robert said.
"Very wise," Edward said. "I propose you let me find that boy a bed. That is going to be a powerful hangover in a few hours."
"Indeed," Robert said.
"Unless you're feeling merciful towards him," Edward said.
"Not at the moment," Robert said. "Ask me what that time comes."
"I'm the same way with my boys," Edward shrugged. "Hell, if he were mine, he'd be right there on the grass in the morning."
"And he'd freeze his arse off tonight," Michael laughed.
"He certainly would, but I doubt he'd do it again," Edward said.
"I don't know that I feel like being overly hard on him," Robert said. "Think about all the hell he's been through in his first year of marriage. Most of the rest of us would be in the assylum by now. I expected it before this, really. Edward, tell me about Khaat."
"She was having a seizure when the boys brought her here."
"How severe was it?"
"Fairly typical for the head injury she has," Edward said. "It only took one spell to stop it. But I did sedate her immediately afterwards."
"Standard protocol," Robert said. "Thank you. Where is she?"
"In the guest wing," Edward said, gesturing to the west wing of his large house. First bedroom on the north end. The window on the second floor--the one with the light on in it. You can go in either end of that wing and up the stairs to the bedroom. One of my daughters or granddaughters will be with her. Oh, and my boys brought your bag. Its on the dresser in the bedroom." He cast a little ball of pink bluebell flames into the air. It was a silent way of summoning one of his family members. They came forward immediately at his command. "Take the Minister and his family up to his daughter, please," he asked. He looked back at Robert and the others. "They'll show you upstairs. I presume you all know how to make yourselves at home."