“Well, look at you,” Leofric said when he came into the royal wing and saw Tony. “You certainly appear to be a wealthy lord.”
“Thanks. I’ve got a second outfit that’s already packed in my saddlebag. You, on the other hand, look like you could handle anything that’s thrown at you with one arm tied behind your back.” The all-black guard’s uniform, which fit Leofric as if it had been made for him, also had a black cloak with a hood that would hide his face when necessary. All in all it gave him the fearsome appearance that fit the part he would be playing—quite the opposite of his usual demeanor when he was wearing his mage robes or dressed in a tunic that spoke to his being Cerdic’s well-to-do and somewhat profligate brother.
“I like this.” Leofric flicked one of the braids that a servant
