He went through tasks and put things in motion as though he lived to get them done. If he’d been Rufus’s aide-de-camp in the war, they’d have been unstoppable. The difference was, in the war, Rufus had known what he was doing and been bloody good at it. So he wouldn’t have left important things undone or unaddressed, and a competent aide-de-camp wouldn’t have given him this vague sense he was being run rings round by a cleverer man.
