Henry nodded slightly. The estimate was close to his own. Over twenty thousand Dinars was a huge fortune, even for an established Baron.
"You've worked hard. You can take some time off now to rest and relax."
"Thank you for your concern, my lord."
After Claude left, Henry lay down to rest.
Henry's eyelids grew heavy, but his thoughts surged like a tide. Humans are strange creatures. It's often when they're too tired to keep their eyes open that their imaginations run wild.
He thought of his territory, his loyal soldiers, and the vast tracts of unclaimed, fertile land. 'Bountiful wheat fields, prosperous cities…'
"My lord, an urgent report from the Northern Lands." An urgent voice came from outside the tent.
Henry shot up in bed, threw on his clothes, and called in Claude, who was standing outside. The man had a strange look on his face.
"What is it that you had to wake me for in the middle of the night?"
