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To Tarkyn’s irritation but not surprise, King Gavin insisted on a formal welcome the following day, followed by a long, tedious luncheon peopled by every person of power and influence who could be mustered on such short notice. Jackson had proved himself to be an invaluable aide-de-camp by procuring formal attire in deep blue for the High Lord, which he presented with a proud smile, halfway through the morning.
“Thank you, Jackson,” said Tarkyn, “you are a wonder.”
“Lady Maud is the wonder. I just enlisted her help.” Jackson gave a worried frown. “I don’t know much about these things, but aren’t you supposed to wear a sash and a star-shaped brooch to show your rank, if it’s formal?”
Tarkyn reached into his pocket and casually produced a rather crumpled deep blue sash bordered with a
