He recognized the kid sitting at the assistant’s desk in the outer office. Bo Barrock. Bo looked up. “Yes, sir? Can I help you?” “Rev Farthing reporting for duty.” He looked toward the closed door. “Who’s the acting Sovereign?” “Sir Catch. Glendennon Catch.” “Sir Catch? Not Sovereign Catch?” Sol felt the same little rush of pride he always felt when one of his boys was inducted into the knighthood. That feeling of accomplishment never seemed to get old. “No sir. It’s kind of a long story. Basically though, the unit Sovereign passed away and Glen, um, Sovereign Catch is one of the people filling in until he can be permanently replaced.” “Thank you, Mr.,” Sol made a point of leaning back to read the on-duty-now name plate on the desk, “Barrock. Would it be possible for me to speak with Sir Catch?” “Just a second, let me ask.” Bo rose and turned his back to Sol to knock lightly on the Sovereign’s door. He opened it, stuck his head in, and said something to Catch.
