"Are you ready, my Lord?" Verdant asked. The others had already made their way into the carriages. Harmon and his family had climbed into one, and Verdant had climbed into the other, whilst Blackthorn stood waiting for Oliver to choose his own place. "As I said, my Lord, I will take the carriage behind us, and see it protected. I will entrust the protection of the Harmon's to you, and Lady Blackthorn. That is, if you are in agreement?"
He seemed to take Oliver's lengthy silence for a criticism, and he tilted his head to check that he hadn't misread his Lord's intentions. Oliver waved him off, however. He collected himself, and placed a hand to reassure himself on the hilt of his sword. "No. That will do. Let's go."
