Adjutant Baron Kast appeared as if catapulted into the room.
"I forget the lettering combination—I want 'k' for Belgium. You are sure the other equipments are marked according to latest reports."
"At Your Majesty's service."
The adjutant fixed the 'k' as required and stood at attention.
"I will call in case I need you further."
The officer was drawing backwards towards the door when the War Lord stopped him.
"One second. I want a cross fixed to letter 'k.'"
Kast, a martinet without ideas of his own, a mere mannequin moving on the strings of discipline, looked blank astonishment.
"If it can't be done, send for the mechanic; he shall fix the new combination overnight."
"May I try, Your Majesty?"