“Well, yes!” Lucius responded to Tobias’s cheeky question, his eyebrows raised in wounded indignation. “I’m the one who did all the pointing!”
He unfolded his hands and pantomimed giving orders. “Put this here. Put that there. Pick that up! That’s a flaming full-time job!”
Lucius broke out in raucous laughter, as did the burly cohorts surrounding him. Tobias, leaning on the railing before them, grinned in good-natured agreement. He looked up at the massive grandstand as it continued to fill with revelers, Indiran and Manolith alike, with the lower rows, the best seats, really, reserved for dignitaries.
Tobias swelled with pride. It was true, Lucius and his team had built these impressive bleachers, but, in times past, it would not have been a foregone conclusion to include the Leftist
