WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Every little movement was noted, every step closer, every refusal to relax even slightly, and Neron felt a little spark of respect growing for Peter. The man was humble and polite, but sharp as a tack, and it showed. ”I’m glad to hear that,” he said, and he meant it. It wasn’t often that one found so competent and so willing to assist.
Then of course the questioning came, and Neron’s smile spread across his face. ”You’re absolutely right. It is,” he agreed. ”If you did not come with such a good reference in the form of Zariah, I would never even consider it. That, and... well. Those you will be directing have been reporting to me about you since your arrival here. A natural precaution, you understand.” Spies and spiderwebs - all par for the course in politics.
”And besides - if you aren’t cut out for the role, it will become apparent rather quickly, no?”
Then of course the questioning came, and Neron’s smile spread across his face. ”You’re absolutely right. It is,” he agreed. ”If you did not come with such a good reference in the form of Zariah, I would never even consider it. That, and... well. Those you will be directing have been reporting to me about you since your arrival here. A natural precaution, you understand.” Spies and spiderwebs - all par for the course in politics.
”And besides - if you aren’t cut out for the role, it will become apparent rather quickly, no?”
