The servant turned around and quietly slipped away before Mrs. Thurlow could say anything, leaving the beggar standing there.

"Good evening," he said, scanning the ceiling.

No one answered, shocked at the beggar's presence, but the bishop quickly walked over to introduce him properly.

"Amadeus, I'm sorry I bailed on you," he said on the quiet.

Everyone looked at them speechless. The contrast between the imposing figure of the bishop, in his pristine attire and the ragged beggar beside him was striking.

"You won't believe this, but Amadeus is a magician!"

The beggar nodded foolishly, supporting the bishop. "And a musician, too," he added, with a dumb smile.

"Really?" asked the bishop in surprise. "Well, magician, musician... potato, potato. I thought you had a problem with your... you know what."

"Steady hand? Not anymore, Father. One hundred and ten days so far.”

“Well that's great, but let's focus on your other stuff..." the bishop replied uneasiliy.

The beggar looked as if he had never hurt a fly. “What other things?” he asked, confused, ”You mean the weird thing that happened after the first thing? Or the thing I had when you caught me doing my thing?”

(To be continued)