"Your Grace." The head butler of the Flanders manor bowed respectfully to William, who was reading a copy of the Arrmary Future. "You have a guest. One whom I don't know what to do with." William lowered the paper and squinted, "He claims to be Grand Templar Michael of the Church."
William opened his eyes wide in surprise. "Are you sure?" Is he armed?" Firing the question out rapidly, the Butler shook his head.
"He told me to tell you that he has renounced the sword." Once again, William was surprised and finally, standing up, he ordered the butler to take him to Michael. Stepping into the guest room, there was no doubt in William's mind that the man was Michael. His beard and hair hadn't been trimmed, and he didn't wear the armour of a Templar, instead an outfit fit for a low-ranking noble.
