Robert decided to let Kaden shift the conversation away from Khaat and Marcus and James. Michael volunteered to help Kate prepare fruits and vegetables for dinner. She took him a large antique wooden butter bowl that she had heaped high with fruit and vegetables for dinner.
"You could help Michael prep fruits and vegetables if you like," Kate told Kaden, pointing to the huge wooden bowl that was heaped high with all sorts of fruits and vegetables. "Supper tonight is going to have a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables, so it's going to need a lot of peeling and dicing and chopping. And we don't know how long Michael is going to be able to sit in that kitchen chair before his back gives him too much pain. So anyone who knows how to do meal prep is welcome to help."
No one appeared to have had any suggestions for dinner, so Kate had taken it upon herself to make a decision and get the supper cooking. She had chosen a recipe for Hawaiian chicken that she had learned in one of her trips to Hawaii with Robert. This recipe called for an Asian marinade, along with toasted macadamia nuts and grilled rings of fresh pineapple and some toasted coconut. She made a pilaf of fried rice with fresh pineapple and mango and more nuts and coconut and she made a vegetable stir fry and stirred it in with her rice to mix the rice and the vegetables together. She made some Asian shrimp skewers to serve alongside, and some roasted purple sweet potatoes. For dessert, Michael suggested a pineapple cheesecake made with a shortbread crust and drizzled with a coconut coulis, served alongside a cup of macadamia coffee.
Meanwhile Khaat was coming conscious. She wasn't sure where she was because there was such little light. It was cold. She shivered, and she had an excruciating headache. And then she noticed she felt horrendously tired, as if she had been awake for endless days. As her eyes focused to the darkness, she saw a figure just inches from her. It took her a moment, but she finally realized it was Marcus. And then she realized they were shackled with chains--chains made of huge, heavy links of iron. Marcus was leaning up against an old stone wall.
"Marcus?" she called softly. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Ah, good. You're awake," he replied.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Some cellar, I reckon," he replied.
"Did James take us?"
"Dunno. Haven't seen a soul."
"Then we should be able to get out," she said, trying to move but she found the chains too heavy to do much.
"Save your strength," he said. "The chains are bewitched, I think, to block us from using any of our magical abilities. I've tried, and every time I try, I lose some of my strength." Khaat tried to use her seers' abilities to try to either find out where they were or to send a distress signal, but the headache pain was crippling. It made her stop at once. "It's no use," he told her. "If we're going to get out, it will have to be the old school muggle way." She shivered again, hard, against the cold. He motioned to her to curl up tight to him for some bodily warmth, and the he picked up his suit jacket from the floor beside him. If he turned the suitcoat sideways, the length of it covered her sufficiently to use as a blanket.
"How did you get your coat off?" she asked him.
"I didn't," he said. "They must have taken it off me so they could search it to see if I had anything in my pockets that they didn't want me to have. It was lying beside me when I woke. It's a cinch I'm not going to be able to put it back on while I'm shackled hand and foot, so you might as well use it."
"Do we have any hope of getting out of this alive?"
"Of course," he frowned. "There is always hope. I wish we had a bit more light, though, so I could get a look around."
"What are you looking for?"
"Anything. Anything at all that might be useful. Do you have anything on you at all? Even something small like a paperclip in your pocket?" She began to search her pockets.
"Nothing helpful. Just a hairpin I found in the ladies' room. It was pretty, so I thought someone might want it back and I put it in my pocket." She showed hi a hairpin that was a metallic gold color and studded with rhinestones on the blade side and a little butterfly on the eye end. Marcus smiled broadly.
"Capital!" he said, holding out his hand for it. "Wonder how they missed it."
"It had fallen into the selvage of my pocket," she said. "It was tucked in there pretty tightly somehow."
"Well, thank heavens for small favors. If this little hairpin gets us out..." he began.
"If that little hairpin gets us out, I'll have it the gold paint replaced with gold plate and the rhinestones replaced with diamonds," she told him. He laughed.
"Well, don't make your wager too soon or you might have to pay up," he said. "Michael Tremaine isn't the only one who can pick a lock."