CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Adamar sat at his desk reading through financial ledgers when a knock interrupted him. He looked up from the mass of numbers and nodded toward one of his guards. The robed templar moved noiselessly to the door and opened it. A sweaty and breathless messenger stood in the doorway.
“Enter,” Adamar said as he went back to studying the numbers.
The messenger walked in and kneeled down beside the desk.
“Rise,” Adamar said with an air of boredom. He was focused on the ledgers. Something about the numbers from the tax collectors wasn’t right, but he couldn’t find the error. He went line by line, tallying the numbers with an abacus. He eyed the page and began to get irritated.
The messenger rose to his feet. He waited for the king to look at him. When he didn’t, the man glanc
