‘Aimeric,’ said Damen, raising his eyebrows. ‘What? You’ve seen him,’ said Jord, lips quirking. ‘I’ve seen him. Last week he had half the camp at each other’s throats.’ ‘He’s all right,’ said Jord. ‘It’s only that he’s highborn, and not used to rough company. He’s doing the right thing by what he knows, it’s just that the rules are different. Like how it is with you.’ That was chastening. Damen took another mouthful of the awful wine. ‘You’re a good captain. He could do a lot worse.’
