Withholding further protest to the King's explicit wishes, Lucius gave a curt, low nod.
"I'll have my men do what they can, but it is not fit to expect a common rat to overhear the cat's private musings," the spymaster replied.Of course in his voice being no seat for hope of finding anything.
"I trust you'll bring what you are able to bring with the resources at your disposal," Alpheo countered, stepping back into the weak circle of candlelight. "There has not been a single time in fifteen winters that you have truly disappointed me."
"Yet," the Carrion Raven whispered.
"Be that as it may, you still have not," the King replied, a sharp prickle of irritation clipping his words.
He was thoroughly irked by the man's pessimism. What manner of man constantly doubted his own flawless work and achievements?
