Rousse wove his way through the central reception area of the Moat. Once again, his thick arms were full of ledgers. At least today he was able to see over the top, but he did have to stop once or twice for the few people that were in a hurry.
The price of freedom was eternal vigilance and it was his fellow Tower Knights that footed the bill. Which reminded him; there was one purchase of that new set of coffee cups for the unit that he still needed to add to the ledger before he forgot.
He wandered through the maze of administration and set down his ledgers on his desk. He always kept his desk in pristine condition with everything he could need within arm’s reach. He sorted the ledgers out into a few stacks according to what he had planned for them. Balancing here, double-checking there, additions next to that, and some old records to compare.
Satisfied, he pulled back his chair and sat, scooting it into a comfortable position. He rolled his shoulders to keep his undershirt and surcoat loose so he could move his arms freely and reached forward to flip back the small flap at the back of his desk. The compartment housed all his writing instruments, the abacus, and anything else he might need in a timely fashion.
All was as he left it and as it should be. He rubbed his hands together, delighted, and pulled down the first ledger. Read the rest of this entry »