Chapter 63

Ignoring his plate for the moment, Matthias poured himself another steaming cup of coffee, and without adding anything, took a sip of the fortifying brew. He’d first developed a taste for especially strong coffee in Constantinople and since then ?mer had seen to it that any cook in his employ knew how to make it to Matthias’ taste.

?mer entered the room carrying a silver salver holding the morning’s post, which Matthias immediately waved away. He was still nursing the effects of last night’s brandy and had no desire to read. Either ?mer didn’t see his signal or—far more likely—chose to ignore it and placed the tray on the table next to Matthias’ elbow. Matthias didn’t bother giving him more than a sour look, pointedly continuing to sip his coffee without acknowledging the stack of letters. ?mer gave the tray one more nudge toward him before leaving.