He was secretly pleased to the see the young Turin take quicker charge of that matter than any of the others. Ferdinand had begun to lead them in the wrong direction, and Turin had quickly led them back to where they ought to be going, not realizing that he'd been contradicting his Lord in the process. He did so with his mind fully on his task, running as swiftly as he could to where he knew the nearest watering point to be.
'There's another thing that Oliver Patrick most certainly wouldn't have got wrong…' Ferdinand thought to himself as he ran, sweat beginning to sheen on his forehead. 'But damn it, would he really? Does he not make small mistakes too? I've seen him do ridiculous things. Father has pointed out several. Why could I not match him in matters of the small at the very least?'
