Chapter 3It was nearly dark out by the time I had finished cleaning my master’s set of rooms, a fortnight into my lessons with Will. I swept the dirt out of the door and into the corridor where a groom would remove it, and then looked about at the well-kept, beautiful furnishings and draperies.
All was in order.
At Lord Salisbury’s desk beneath the window, I straightened his ledgers, closed the lid on his silver inkwell, and then sat in his comfortable padded chair and took up a quill. With my own dagger, I sharpened it and then took another, all the while glancing at a paper left in full view. There was a list written on it. Oddly, it was a reckoning of the Christmas festivities for this year and the cost of everything. I had no idea my master took care of such things for His Majesty. I
