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Firefoot · 09-02-2011, 08:36 AM

Scyld shrugged. “Neither just nor injust, I would say. If justice were the only force in this world, Eodwine would not have fallen sick in the first place and the king would not have to choose between two able leaders. But alas, fate is a fickle mistress.” But inside, he was thinking, Let their fathers sell them away and let them serve under a man such as Sorn, and then perhaps they will understand injustice. It reminded him of Linduial; she too had used words like “just” and “right.” And in her world, in this world, perhaps there was room for ideals... but it only showed how little these soldiers understood of the world, if they thought Athanar's rule was an injustice.

Quin seemed about to speak up again, but Scyld kept talking. “But I forgot,” he said to Quin, “that you left the hall before Scyrr and Léof nearly came to blows. I would not call either of them 'mad,' as you say, for what they think, but he certainly did look as though he were spoiling for a fight. Or at least, easily provoked to one. It is well that he remembered that Scyrr is probably twice his weight and a trained fighter – though, before you speak in Leof's defense, Scyrr would do well to remember that it is not his place to bully others around. And it is not my place to reprimand either of them.”

09-02-2011, 08:36 AM	#1119
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Scyld Scyld shrugged. “Neither just nor injust, I would say. If justice were the only force in this world, Eodwine would not have fallen sick in the first place and the king would not have to choose between two able leaders. But alas, fate is a fickle mistress.” But inside, he was thinking, Let their fathers sell them away and let them serve under a man such as Sorn, and then perhaps they will understand injustice. It reminded him of Linduial; she too had used words like “just” and “right.” And in her world, in this world, perhaps there was room for ideals... but it only showed how little these soldiers understood of the world, if they thought Athanar's rule was an injustice. Quin seemed about to speak up again, but Scyld kept talking. “But I forgot,” he said to Quin, “that you left the hall before Scyrr and Léof nearly came to blows. I would not call either of them 'mad,' as you say, for what they think, but he certainly did look as though he were spoiling for a fight. Or at least, easily provoked to one. It is well that he remembered that Scyrr is probably twice his weight and a trained fighter – though, before you speak in Leof's defense, Scyrr would do well to remember that it is not his place to bully others around. And it is not my place to reprimand either of them.”