The steward raised his hand and knocked politely three times.
Knock, knock, knock.
"My lord, General Howe is here to see you," the steward announced.
A man's voice, deep, powerful, and booming, responded from behind the thick wood.
"Enter."
The steward turned the brass handle, opened the door, and stepped aside, shifting his body so Howe could enter.
Howe walked inside the study.
The steward closed the door and left the two men alone.
The room was large and beautifully lit. The bright afternoon sun shone through the large, tall glass windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the warm air. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with leather-bound books.
At the far end of the room, sitting behind a very large, polished desk, was a man.
