“How can you object to the protection of those who keep the duke’s peace?” Frostpine sat next to Daja, plucking morsels from a muffin and popping them into his mouth. “A proper fear of such things keeps soldiers polite,” he observed. “Otherwise they might be tempted to push common folk around. Orders to enter people’s homes uninvited are a sore temptation for peacekeepers, I’ve found.”
