A quiet night at the blue note. Very quiet. Jazz played lightly in the background to an almost empty bar. Green sat close to the front as much a lone patron as a gruff looking sentinel. A pitcher of beer perspired close to his hand and he fiddled with newspaper, trying to draw out the time before the Sovereign's arrived.
Had they heeded his call? Had they rescheduled? He had heard nothing since he had posted his letters but it wasn't like he had made it easy to contact him.
A huge hand ran over his canvas shoulder bag as if he expected the contents to up and vanish.
The play had been set. All that the Spymaster could do was watch and wait.
The mountain was patient.
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