"The High King has shown me a place where I have worth," Oliver said, still keeping his eyes low. "I am not a man that will do well in the noble courts. All present can see that for themselves. Passing Scroll or not, what I am and what I shall become will not change. The campaign to the East is an opportunity for a man like me. I must seize it."
It was half-lie and half-truth. It was very much a nobleman's way of dancing around a problem, though Oliver did not acknowledge that himself.
"You've fought and won many victories, Ser Patrick," Asabel said, through Lancelot's voice, as he wore a twisted look on his face. "Forty-four, I believe is your current count. I can see why Lord Blackwell would be excited, for a youth of your talent to enter his ranks. No doubt you too are eager to be of use to him, after many long years."
