Between the real power he possessed and the vast popularity he enjoyed, he could command almost anything.
She heard his voice distinctly just then, though she was not listening for it.

He was telling a servant to bring white shoes.

The fact struck her because she had never seen him wear any that were not black or yellow.

She smiled and wished that she might bring him his white shoes and hang his order of the Golden Fleece round his neck, and breathe on the polished hilt of his sword and rub it with soft leather.

She had seen Eudaldo furbish her father's weapons in that way since she had been a child.
It had all come so suddenly in the end.