The click-clack from Clay Knight’s black office shoes echoed in the largely empty hallway of the Elders’ castle that was structured much like the Chosen’s.
White walls rose to the high ceiling, typical of old castles in Europe. Unlike the Chosen’s compound where children were always running about, the Elders didn’t have to hide their hardwood flooring under carpets to soften the noise.
The young man ahead of him, one of the Elders’ many young servants, wore soft padded shoes. With the rules in place, Clay doubted there would be any running within this compound.
Clay stared at the back of the young servant, whose head was lowered and hands were clasped together in front of him.
A life of servitude. Would this have been a better choice for Ian?
Should he have taught his son to lie and c
