"Well, you see, I am in agreement with Minister Hod. I think him to be wisely chosen as the Minister of Logic. My uncle said much the same. These are times of change, they are times of strength. I am not particularly fond of fighting, but we have a duty to our people to keep their lands free from strife. Oliver Patrick, whatever we might think, is strong. Unusually so. One could make the claim that he is unlikely to progress further in the future, that there have often been cases of one showing talent when they were young, and not showing any sort of further potential when they grow older…"
She looked at Oliver then, as if to reevaluate him, and reconfirmed to herself what she was about to say. Her eyes were bright and trusting. Dangerous eyes, Oliver thought to himself. Different eyes to Verdant. Verdant's eyes saw through a man. Asabel's eyes seemed to see all that a man could be. They were hopeful eyes.
