It was opened by an elderly servant with a gray mustache and the bushiest eyebrows I have ever seen. “You are Master Lance Eliot?” he inquired. I nodded. “Please come this way,” he said. “General Shoukan is expecting you in the study.” I followed the servant into a room that had a fire blazing in the hearth. Built into the wall around the fireplace were shelves and shelves of books. A table was set with a jug of milk, a bowl of fruit and a plate of sandwiches. Kana sat near the fire, resting his feet on a cushion and reading a book bound in red leather. “Welcome back,” he said, standing and returning the book to the shelf. “Please refresh yourself. Did you enjoy your walk?” My mouth was already stuffed with sandwich, so I nodded. “Your appetite has returned,” he observed as I tore into a second sandwich with the politesse of a starving wolf.
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