"They're all true, aren't they?" Karesh said giddily. "All the stories they tell about you?"
"Only the worst ones," Oliver said, ignoring Karesh's neglect of the proper titling.
Even Jorah was too shaken to correct him. "Pardon, Ser… But why do you need soldiers when you can do that?"
The Minister of Blades gave him his answer, in a gruff voice that pulled at the thick scar on his cheek. "The power of Command will always give the collective leverage over the individual, no matter how great," he said. He didn't seem exactly pleased by that fact.
That brought a frown to the faces of the serving class students. They knew not of Command. They weren't taught it in their classes, and likely for good reason. Even a yellow-shirted student could become a force to be reckoned with, should he hold Command over another hundred. Oliver reasoned that it would not have been strange for the nobility to fear that.
