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Thornden
The young lord’s obstinance and naivety infuriated Thornden. He held his annoyance in check and stepped after Faramund. “Lord Faramund,” he said, his voice insisting. “The eorl is not trying to take anything that is yours away from you. Nor does he mean to act as though he owns it. He wishes only to know how best to decide what you owe to the king.” Faramund had stopped but he still stood with his back towards him. Thornden felt himself on thin ice, but he must try to convince this fool not to fight.
“You must see reason. If you insist on fighting, there will be a brief clash of arms, some time of rest, and then within a week the king’s men will be down upon you and your own fear of losing your land may be realized.”
If this last warning did not penetrate through Faramund’s anger, he would go back to Athanar and tell him what Faramund had said and let Athanar take it from there. He would have done his duty to try to keep peace and stay bloodshed.
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