Cleve asked, closing the door behind him. Micah Vail was just finishing writing on some scroll, putting paperweights on its edges to let the ink dry. “No. But he has definitely received it.” “What can I do to hurry him up?” Micah shrugged. “You can call him a coward.” It took Cleve a moment to realize the King’s adviser was serious. “It’s that easy?” Micah Vail laughed. “Are you implying that wouldn’t work on you either?” Cleve realized it would and felt ashamed, making a conscious effort to remember not to be so easily manipulated in the future. Cleve pointed to the pen. “May I draft the letter here?” Micah gestured to it with his hand. “Please.” The beginning of the letter came easily to Cleve, though soon he ran out of things to say. After gazing at it for a few breaths, Micah busying himself at one of the other tables, Cleve decided what he’d written was enough: Dear Kasko Lage, You’re a coward. – Cleve Polken. He cleared his throat to get Micah’s attention, handing it to him.
