"I remembered the corruption that brought this violence about. I remembered too, how it was, when there was an obvious justice to be fought, it was your Emerson men that fought beside us. It was your son who took to the front lines, and your General Fitzer who saw him guided. Then, I remembered too, how glorious that victory looked when it was we were united."
"That is odd," King Emerson said. "For I have found myself seeing such visions of the past as well. I recalled a time when a crow had flown to me, informing me that my son and his army had been taken prisoner by a man who had then been called General Patrick."
"Do you have complaint in that?" Oliver said, tiring of the metaphor, and asking the man directly. "Do you hold grievances against me, for the battle that we fought?"
There was an aggressive edge to him, as if a threat. Oliver could not help what he was. Ingolsol stirred, and felt a moment to press a man, and as always, did he seize upon it.
