Robert took the bag from Brant, glad to have it. He checked to be sure his protection spells were still in place. Seeing that they were, he tucked the bag under his arm, preparing to take it to the basement.
"Robert," Kate asked. "Are you sure you even need that thing here?" He didn't change his expression. He merely headed for the basement.
"Should I even ask what that is?" Michael asked.
"Its his 'last resort' bag," Kate said. "It has everything in it that he believes he needs to have in case of the last resort. He's been keeping a 'last resort' bag of some sort since the break out of the second wizarding war."
"Do you know what's in it?" Michael asked, frowning.
"A bloody lot of potions stuff, some books and ledgers of some sort, some medical equipment and supplies, and I don't know what else," she said. "The only other person that I know he has allowed to know what all he has in it is Brian.."
"Then if Brian knows what's in it, I presume he felt it was time for Robert to have it," Michael said.
Hours passed. As the long night passed, Marcus tried repeatedly to get Khaat to give in and go to bed. She refused, unable to rest without Brian following them to the safehouse. He tried to tell her it might well be days before Brian showed but, but she wasn't giving in. He did get her to at least stretch her legs out on the sofa, and he found pillows and a blanket so that she could be a bit more comfortable if she were so determined to sit up and wait.
Meanwhile, near dawn, back at the estate, Brian found one of the grounds crew in one of the guard towers, and the guard was counting a large bag full of galleons.
"Whats' this?" Brian frowned. The guard turned and saw he'd been caught. He didn't answer right away. Brian saw the look in his face. "No," Brian said. "Tell me you didn't sell out my family." The guard didn't reply. "Why?" Brian demanded. "Why would you do this..."
"He paid me!" the guard retorted angrily. "Do you have any idea what that much money looks like to a man like me?..."
Brian grabbed him, unable to control his rage.
Some time later, as Michael and Angus were starting breakfast, Brian ported finally to the safehouse. He was covered in blood. Khaat perked up, saw him port in saw all the blood and began to panic.
"Its not me!" Brian said quickly. "Its not mine. Calm down. I'm fine."