I looked up in his eyes and saw welcome and joy. Tears clouded my own as I had to demand, ‘Would you truly take my daughter for the throne? Another bastard for the Farseer line … Would you have let her be used as we have been used?’ Something grew still in his face. The set of his mouth hardened into resolve. ‘I will do whatever I have to do to see a true-hearted Farseer on the Six Duchies throne again. As I am sworn to do. As you are sworn also.’ His eyes met mine.
