Bowing low, Karl salutes.
“I shall be ready in the morning, Milady.”
He backs out of the room, throwing a military salute to both occupants, then enters the room granted him.
Later, as he began drifting to sleep, his mind wandered. As though a wanderer in strange lands, he remembered the people he had met in his life. Canny Griff, leader of a bandit group in a mountainous region. Kenji Scrawl, a forger he had outwitted, resulting in Scrawl’s arrest. Parnassus Mirs, who had first introduced him to the Sunblessed, thought even he had not known what he was dealing with. Mirs had died in a fatal accident while stealing a supply wagon. It had burst into flames, killing him and destroying the documents he had tried to retrieve from a target’s home. And finally, as his eyes closed, a name, nothing more. Fletched Rush. A dodge for outwitting ones pursuers in a maze of streets.
He slept, mind working like a blaze of flame, thinking even in sleep, though if what he could not say…