Far Called Trilogy 01 - In Dark Service - Plot & Excerpts
The hall floor had been lined in dark brown wood, polished up to a mirror shine. A mahogany gallery ran all the way around the second storey, hanging off castle-thick grey limestone, walls mounted with colourful metal shields and the stuffed heads of stags and deer and mountain lions. Duncan Landor never much saw the point of that gallery; enough helms and crests to keep a chamber of heralds busy for a year studying all the mantlings and coronets. Were the Landors expecting to invite a couple of hundred locals inside to fill the gallery anytime soon? A hungry crowd to watch the feast below, scrutinise the Landors stuffing themselves on silver platters full of more sliced meats and garnished fish than a wharf full of hungry dockers could be expected to finish? That was the thing about great wealth. Most of it seemed to bring no comfort that meant anything to Duncan Landor, and the rest just seemed to deliver duties and responsibilities which none of his friends were required to shoulder as burdens.
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