"Temporarily," Oliver said. "We will recapture it in time. But Ernest is yours, General Blackthorn – it belongs to House Black."
If a General was willing to give up such vast estates, it did not make much sense for the lower nobility, with lesser lands, to grumble. Besides, there was something beyond that, that Ingolsol whispered in Oliver's ear. Something that strayed beyond the route that honour ought to set, towards the sort of deviousness that might inspire a Yarmdon raider.
