Josh frowned toward the door. “A visitor?” He looked at Chancellor Debert, both of them perusing ancient texts in his laboratory. “I"ve not told anyone I"d be here.”
Debert shrugged. “Perhaps a period of reflection will help remind them why it"s imprudent to seek you out, Lord Josh.”
He pulled at the fine silk cravat, straightened an imaginary wrinkle on his velvet vest. A title that befits the clothes, Josh thought, and the clothes befit the position. If I"m to be king, I"ll need to become accustomed at the earliest opportunity. “I"ll attend to this, Sir Debert.” He stepped to the doorway and told the servant. “Remove all the chairs from the main entry and take the person there to wait. Apologize for my indisposition and say that it"s possible I might see the person two hours from now,
