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He did not react to Mihos's anger with surprise. Anger from young nobles was the weather. One learned to estimate intensity rather than question existence.
"Shall I have another message prepared for Iron House, Young Master?" he asked.
Mihos gave a short, contemptuous laugh.
"For what purpose? So Dickoff can write another page explaining how brave he was while running away?"
He walked to the table, poured himself wine, and did not drink it.
His fingers tightened around the stem.
"He says Sekhmet is dangerous," Mihos said. "He says he has people around him. He says he cannot be dealt with simply."
The butler inclined his head. "That is what the letter suggests."
Mihos turned sharply. "No. The letter suggests Dickoff is soft."
He set the glass down untouched and tapped one finger against the table.
