Losa and Urding walked side by side in the narrow and eerie corridor.
The iron lamp holder's candle flame, left only the lowest piece of cotton, inserted in the remains where wax tears piled up.
After notifying with the servant in advance and getting a summon, Losa, accompanied by Urding, stepped into the palace that most Jerusalem nobles regarded as the King's waiting ground for death.
The room still burned with incense, but it could hardly conceal the faint rotten odor.
Seated at the desk, Baldwin IV looked surprisingly good in spirits, pressing his seal forcefully onto the wax dripping on the paper.
"You've arrived."
He raised his hand, invited Losa to sit down, and handed him the paper.
Losa was slightly surprised: "Appoint Hans von Sego as Commander?"
Baldwin IV smiled: "He manages the affairs of the Knight Order well, yet you still only awarded him the honor of Standard Bearer, which is unreasonable."
