Percy nodded in what small understanding he could. Romania? Curious and curiouser. "Sink me, dear fellow, what a way away!" he said dramatically. "I can't imagine what you did for fun in your little castle."

"By the way," he asked, switching his tone to something a little more serious. He eyed the duck carefully and decided that he wasn't likely to know Chauvelin or Robespierre. "What can you tell me about this place?"