They might have sat hunched, and half-crippled, but now in their saddles they were considerably straighter. The stern words of King Patrick evoked an easy belief in them, and a sense of readiness. Edward knew it to be Command, though he could not sense it. It was the capacity of a man who had lived the life that Oliver Patrick had. Who had overcome the battles that he had, and allowed his men time and again to bear witness to the magic that he had brought down. It was a man that it was impossible not to trust.
