Duke Vantro found it a little strange. After all, it was so late that, in theory, no one should have come to disturb him.
But in these troubled times, anything strange could happen. Besides, the visitor had knocked in exactly the right way.
In truth, great nobles like him were cautious even in their own homes. There was a reason their families had maintained their splendor for hundreds of years.
"Who's out there?"
"My lord, it's me."
Hearing his butler's voice, Duke Vantro let out a long breath.
"What is it?"
"My lord, a man claiming to be a messenger from Mr. Kossuth insists he has something urgent to discuss with you."
The butler spoke with a hint of apology. Duke Vantro understood perfectly. This was the sort of thankless task that took a lot of effort, and the household had more than one butler. If he displeased his master, his prospects would be finished.
Duke Vantro smiled knowingly. Only when everyone both respected and feared him could he enjoy a peaceful life.
As for Kossuth's messenger, he had to have something urgent to discuss at this hour. Since he had already thrown in his lot with the Hungarians, he ought to be courteous.
But the moment Duke Vantro opened the door, he took a vicious kick to the groin.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
Though Duke Vantro was getting on in years, a blow to such a sensitive spot still drew a powerful reaction.
But the visitor had no regard for his feelings. He shoved the duke to the floor, then kicked him again.
Duke Vantro was suffering a pain unlike any he had ever known, but he didn't cry out.
Panting, he said, "One hundred thousand florins for my life. I swear on the honor of House Vantro that I