He should have taken an early retirement when he had the chance, thought Hermes to himself. At the age of forty-nine, all his hair had turned silver and most of that had happened within two years of serving Prince Edward.
And now, having witnessed what he had just witnessed a moment ago, the attendant looked up at the ceiling.
He was well informed about the high-profile men of their land and their families, especially those whose children would one day come to serve the royal family, just as their fathers did. Lord Slater was one such man, working closely with the ministers and rarely appearing without reason.
Hermes had heard many rumours about the Lord's two sons over the years. One of them had a rumour that he had a line of people buried somewhere, though no bodies were ever found. The other had killed men openly to end up behind the bars of the dungeon for it.
