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Kosar sat at a carefully laid table, Jarand on his right hand, facing away from the sight of his suffering manservant. He was in a very bad mood causing both Jarand and the king’s retainers to be more than usually circumspect around him. Although Kosar professed to be satisfied with the straightforward outcome of the investigation, he would not admit, even to himself, that a part of him was bitterly disappointed that the man who had worked most closely with him since his father’s death, had turned out to be false. Consequently, anyone who came within his orbit risked his ire.
The chill of the morning air irked him and he had muttered obscenities at the shrillness of the dawn chorus which seemed to have increased in volume and intensity. He had even considered ordering the guards to sho
