Doros came to the supply office at the first hour.
Not the regular morning briefing — Doros did not do morning briefings. He came to Lysander's office twice a year, usually when something had gone through the administrative system that needed to be flagged before it became official. The first time he had done it was in the first month, when a supply requisition had been falsified. The second time was when a palace official had been using administrative resources for personal trade. Each time he had appeared at the door with the expression he had now — contained, deliberate, the face of a man who had decided that the thing he knew was better known by two people than one.
Lysander said: "Sit down."
Doros sat. He placed his hands flat on the table. Not the Adrastos gesture — something older, the gesture of a man who had been delivering difficult information for a long time and had learned that the body position mattered.
