Chapter 33
CARRO SAT at the desk, and leafed through the book, his hands trembling. The columns of numbers danced before his eyes. He was back in the warehouse. He felt the biting cold. He heard his stepfather’s footsteps.
So that was what his father thought of him?
Death by accountancy.
The Knights in the room were all busy at work. Reading through Chevakian documents, or writing notes on tiny pieces of paper to be carried by gulls. The squawks of those birds drifted in from the courtyard.
No one took any notice of Carro. He could make a scene about how much he hated this work, but no one would care. So he opened the book.
The account book was Chevakian. He claimed a bit of knowledge of the language, but there were a lot of lines with long words that were unfamiliar to him.
Someone
