It was a cold morning in late January; there was no snow, but the frost had been induced again for the novelty and amusement of the city’s residents—not that he was feeling entertained or amused.
Leon was a proud but intractable man who had brought intellect, wit and wisdom to his commissions—at least by his own estimations. But that was the past. Today he was in an especially foul mood. Like a dog with a bone, he turned over in his mind the apparent injustice of it all.