‘He just likes to be prepared,’ said Jord. ‘If he has to fight, he wants to be able to rely on his men.’ ‘I prefer that,’ said Aimeric, quickly. ‘I mean that I prefer to be part of a company that can fight. I’m a fourth son. I admire hard work just as…I admire men who can rise above their birth.’ He said that last with a look at Jord. Damen wisely made his excuses and rose, leaving them alone together.
