Eamon and Captain Anderas went out of the city to ride. Eamon once again envied both Anderas’s horsemanship and his ability to cope with the early hours of the morning. Upon their return to the East Quarter, Anderas announced that he had some Gauntlet business to attend to. “You remember Lieutenant Greenwood?” he asked. “Of course.” “He is being promoted to college draybant this morning – something I must oversee, though it will hardly be a trial! By your leave.” “It is a promotion he certainly deserves,” Eamon nodded. “It pleases me greatly.” Anderas disappeared into the college. Eamon returned his horse to the stables and retired to his office, where Slater brought him breakfast as he studied the day’s papers. The servant moved so silently that if Eamon had not seen him he might not have known the man was there at all. He watched his servant’s movements with admiration. Just as the man was prepared to withdraw, Eamon spoke. “Mr Slater.” “My lord?” “You did well last night; the whole household did.”
