Chapter 85: Treatment
Chapter 85: Treatment
Lothar, after being attended to by maidservants for his bath, donned a silk formal suit and walked out of the great hall. Uldin, still with that stern expression, stood under the blazing sun, unmoving. It was unknown how long he had waited.
"Been waiting long?"
"No."
"Next time, at least find a shade to wait." Lothar didn’t suggest Uldin wait inside, because he knew very well that for someone like Uldin, being in the same room as a vampire and a member of the Ghost Race was worse than death.
"Let’s go. We’re going for an audience with the King."
Uldin said gravely, "It is a great honor. I have also heard legends of this Leper King. Although this world is an otherworld, I still very much look forward to witnessing this King’s grace with my own eyes."
Lothar and Uldin walked side by side down the long, dim, and somber corridor. The candles burning on the iron sconces had only a bottom stump of cotton wick left, inserted into the accumulated remnants of wax drippings.
After having an attendant announce him beforehand and receiving the summons, Lothar, bringing Uldin, stepped into the palace chamber that most Jerusalem nobles regarded as the King’s deathbed.
Incense still burned in the room, but it could hardly mask the faint, putrid odor.
Baldwin IV, seated before his desk, looked uncharacteristically energetic, forcefully pressing his seal onto the wax dripped onto a sheet of paper.