"He certainly has his father in him," Idris mused. "If soone had said fifty years ago the sa thing about Dominus Patrick, they might have been right. Yet, Dominus had fatal weaknesses. Dominus could not bring true benefit to those that support him. He lacked the fundantal ingredients for that. Does your choice of Lord not invite the sa ruin?
The sa Lord that now sits in a prison cell, on trial? Your confidence in your ability to predict, my son, and yet you oversaw this."
"Oh, but he did not oversee this," Hod said with a waggle of his finger. "Your son visited my before the assassination attempt occurred, predicting that it would happen. His only mistake was the timing. He assud better of his opponent."
Now that bombshell caused quite a stir. The crowd shifted uncomfortably, and murmured to themselves. Even Jolamire was shifting in his seat, squinting his eyebrows, looking like he was searching for the words to refute the ridiculousness that Hod had claid.
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But a voice rang out that put a silence to that. "I, the Minister of Blades, am absent from this trial. I stand rely as a witness to the events that take place therein. Though, I can serve to a clarify a fact. Verdant Idris echoed much the sa complaints to . This event was expected."
Lord Idris drew back in his seat, his eyes had widened in an instant of surprise, but now he wore a calculating look. He seed to be putting the pieces together, asking why it was they knew, wondering what exactly had occurred to make them so certain. In the sa instant, Lord Blackthorn was struggling to do much the sa – he was struggling to find any sort of significance in what had been said.
"So that's what happened," Lord Idris mused. "An event of that sort. A change in the winds…"
"Indeed, father, one such event," Verdant said.
"But you had already sworn to this boy before that, or so I was inford. You should have spoken to on this matter," Idris said, stating what he thought, despite the forum being so open. He did not seem to care that the others might take it for familial weakness. There was a confidence to his shrewd gaze, as though he believed they wouldn't have the skill to take advantage of what he revealed.
"I did. I trusted in my own instincts, as you taught to, when I was a boy, before I opposed you," Verdant said.
More silence, as Idris sat there, consideringly. Hod interrupted it. "Forgive , Lord Idris, I cannot dwell on these matters too long. Your situation with your son is unlikely to be cleared up in this forum. However, I do hope, at the very least, you might have revised your opinion of him sowhat."
"Indeed," Lord Idris said. "It would seem my son has involved himself in sothing quite troubleso…" He drifted off thoughtfully, and would offer no more input after that.
"Then, we shall move on," Hod declared. "Lady Blackthorn, the sa thing has been said of you – that you had been blackmailed into spending ti with Oliver Patrick. Is there any truth to these rumours?"
The confidence with which Lady Blackthorn seed to speak in public, one would never think she was the rather quiet person that she was. She was perfectly poised as she gave her reply, and her voice was clear and resounding. "None," she declared. "I saw him overwhelm our sword instructor, and decided that he had more to teach than that man."
A biting comnt, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd. The nobility were fond of humour at the expense of another, and Professor Heathclaw had not exactly been a popular man, even amongst those that he should have been allied with.
Lord Blackthorn inclined his head at that. "If I saw a professor bested by a re student, I would not have faith in such a man either. It seems bizarre to that you punished the boy for that – weakness should have been stamped out long before such a thing could have happened."
Now that was a surprising view. Even Hod was taken off guard by Lord Blackthorn's bluntness.
"Forgive , Lord Blackthorn, but I wonder, you don't seem to express the sa dislike of Oliver Patrick as many here do…" Hod said carefully.
Blackthorn shrugged. "Strength is to be admired. He killed twenty n, and Alistar Hoofless and Fabian Small? That's a strong feat for a boy. I'm not the right man to judge, but I wouldn't be cutting off the strong when they can have other uses."
"But you seem to be quite angry with your daughter," Hod noted.
"Indeed I am," Blackthorn said, his voice regaining its thunderous quality. "I do not expect disobedience from my own. Until the day that my son can best , I will command my household, and I expect compliance. My daughter's movents have been bad for our social standing, or so her mother declares. I read not into that, I listen to the wiser, and I give the order. I expect obedience."
"You were wrong, though, father," Lady Blackthorn said. "You agreed with just now, did you not? I sought instruction from the strong in matters of the sword. Would you not have done the sa."
"I am not a woman," Blackthorn said bluntly. "It is admirable that you study the blade in your ti at the Academy, but your future duties are womanly ones. You don't sacrifice your future for hobbies."
Lasha's mask cracked more severely at the comnt. She looked visibly wounded. Oliver could practically feel her anger. He'd seen how hard she'd worked, especially of late. She'd worked harder than most n were likely to work with the sword – and she was close to achieving sothing impressive.
She must have been just on the edge of the Second Boundary, and at such a young age too, sothing that others had already relentlessly praised Oliver for.
"I disagree, Father, but I do not wish to disgrace you by speaking on such matters in a public forum," Lasha said, holding herself back, just barely. "You need only know that I sought Oliver Patrick out for my own reasons, and he taught ."
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