The man sitting in the high-backed armchair, leaning sideways against the backrest, had his eyes almost completely closed, leaving only a slit open. His dull gray-blue eyes lacked any sparkle, and it seemed as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
"Duke Locke!"
Mr. Moses approached, raising his voice to greet Duke Locke in the chair.
His interlocutor's eyelashes only fluttered slightly, and then he smacked his lips and completely closed his eyes.
By the light's reflection, one could clearly see shiny wet spots on his chest, and similar traces at the corners of his mouth—it wasn't hard to guess that it was—saliva!
In his youth, he had been on the battlefield, and later commanded authority in the political arena... This man, even if he could not be called a hero, was at least quite a figure, how could he have fallen into such a state.
