"I wonder what happened between them…" Nila murmured.
"As do I," Oliver replied.
"Doesn't it bother you?" Judas said. "I mean, having that many enemies, and all? I don't think I'd be able to sleep, knowing they could be coming for me at any moment… I couldn't sleep for two weeks after our battle with the Yarmdon – and I already knew, almost for sure, that it was over."
"I'm fine, Judas," Oliver assured him. "I'm a peasant that's been given a noble title. Who wouldn't sleep soundly at that? Besides, their assassination attempts have failed. If they were to try again, it would look far worse for them than it would for me. Even the masses would begin to ask questions."
"That's the right attitude," Greeves said. "But enough chat. You only have a few hours left before you need to be sent on your way, boy. Don't you have things that you want to do?"
