After being inside the palace for two weeks, Horace had come to learn the small habits of the councillors whom he had to target. He knew that Bardas was making his move, and now it was his turn. Walking into the large kitchen, numerous people walked around giving orders to one another. It was organised chaos that made you wonder how they managed to cook anything.
Horace walked over to the end of one of the tables and waited patiently. One of the chefs took a glance at him and grabbed a few herbs, sprinkling them on the slab of meat he had cooked. Carefully, he put it down on a tray and grabbed it, turned around. Barking at the man, he snatched a small truffle and put it next to the meat. Horace smiled and picked the tray up, walking out of the kitchen.
