Atrum Visum

Not even the events of the afternoon had prepared Kris for what she
found upon entering the dining room. The large hall was ablaze with light
from the crystal candelabra, reflecting from the china and silver on the
table. Rising from his place at the head of the table, the Marquis took
her hand and led her to the seat at his right, gently lifted the chair
into place and assumed his seat. With a slight motion of his hand, the
Marquis signalled the waiter ...