Chapter 17
PROCTOR SADORIUS han Chevonian of the Chevakian doga drew a hand over his face. He desperately did not want to appear uninterested, but the day had been very long and arduous, and he didn’t like being yelled at by senators half his age with far less experience.
Not that the senator from the Ensar district didn’t have the right to be angry. If Sady represented a distinct—which he did not—and the district was under as much pressure as Ensar, then he would be angry, too. He just wasn’t sure that yelling in the doga and accusing the doga of his district’s misfortune was the right way to go about it. In his experience, yelling had never been the best way to get help. And today, he was tired of yet another young and keen senator who had to learn this lesson.
Sady signalled to the d
