It was the second day.
Baldwin walked the north wall with the captain of the household companies and the captain of the city garrison, asking them when they had last drilled a joint response.
The two men looked at each other.
"There'd be a procedure, your highness," the garrison captain said.
"Written where?"
Another look.
"Find out tonight," Baldwin said. "If it takes you longer than an hour, there isn't one."
It took them until the following afternoon, and there was not one. The order that fixed it assigned liaison officers between the two structures, and Baldwin chose them himself, from his own household, because his own household understood what he wanted without being told twice.
Nobody remarked on it. One of the two captains thanked him.
On the fourth day he brought a stack of northern dispatches to the council and laid them across the table in the order they had arrived, at four different desks, over eleven days.
