"…Fifty thousand was the number, Kaya," Jorah said. "There is no point dancing around the issue. If she is here, then she should know the situation that we face, and be well aware of the danger that she is in as well."
"I am very well aware of it, Jorah," Pauline responded bravely. "I know that if you lose, they will not treat the retainers kindly. But I know too that if you lose, the whole Kingdom will suffer. This is the place to be – with my Lady and those that I care about."
"Adorable," Amelia said, patting her head. "Give him a good talking to, Pauline."
As light as their conversation was, Oliverk knew that they were very much right. Even with ten thousand men gathered, he began to feel the overwhelming pressure that such numbers could bring. He could not imagine being in command of so many. Even if he closed his eyes to try, they would soon snap open. The overwhelming might of such Command – that was the sort of power that would rival that of a God.
