"It seems to be," Penelope said. "I trust that it is. He would not make you do something pointlessly."
"Then I suppose, we shall listen…"
"But father, what's the point of it? Everyone else is sitting. The whole army is taking a break. Why are we here, drawing more attention to ourselves? It's foolishness."
"No, son of mine," Ser Baker said. "When there's a man who knows his profession, he can declare something that seems irrational with a certainty. It's then that you ought to trust them. As irrational as it might seem, he's willing to offend us in its enforcement. I'll trust in that, like I'd trust in an experienced farmer who's irrationally confident in his next crop of wheat. Watch, my boy. This is a lesson, I think, that will serve you well."
