Siban set the felt on the table and stepped back.
Batu picked it up with his left hand and read it through. Three standards at each level, arban through mingan. The language was plain. Each standard named something that could be seen from outside the man being assessed.
Nothing in it required the evaluating commander's personal read to make it work. The document said what it needed to say.
He set it down and pressed the wolf's track seal into the wax at the base. The impression came out clean.
"When does Torghul get this," he said.
"Tomorrow morning," Siban said. "I'll bring it to him before the horse lines open. He'll want time to read it before the day's training starts."
Batu set the seal down. Siban gathered the document and left without further exchange. The tent was even more silent with only one man in it.
