The fluorite lamps cast a steady glow, and the clock's hands had reached half past six.
By now the sun had completely set, leaving only a stretch of darkness behind the mountain.
Throughout the entire ry Court Barracks, only the Stag Chamber, awash in glassy light, and the Holy Alliance high monks within it still blazed with illumination.
After dinner, Horn and Leonardo returned to the Stag Chamber side by side.
This in itself was an extremely strong political signal; those who understood, understood, and everyone began casting friendly looks in Leonardo's direction.
Leonardo, however, had already recovered from his loss of composure; aside from the bloodshot in his eyes and the blisters at the corner of his mouth, there was almost no difference from his usual state.
Horn came to the main seat, but did not sit down; instead, he first swept his gaze around the room.
