“Sir, is it time?” says the message.

“No, it is not” Jason replied.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket and looked at himself in the cheval mirror in his walk-in closet. He had on a striped shirt and suit pants. His black coat hung on the rack where one of his men had hung it earlier. He put on the black shoes that had been polished to perfection. Jason could imagine seeing his reflection in it if he so chose.

Today is the day. He thought to himself as he picked a matching black hat. He looked at the array of walking canes in a row at the other end of the closet and shook his head.

No, he wasn’t going that route. He understood that he must look the part but he was drawing the line at walking about like a self-important aristocrat. He knew that it was not about the extras. It was what he had inside that mattered. The Knights would expect a lot from him.

Most of them would look down on him of course, which was expected as he had not been part of them since the onset yet there was n