“I am not—” “A lord. I know, I know,” Idgen Marte said, heading for the stairs. “Ya talk like a lord, have the armor and weapons of a lord, the horses of a lord, the links and the gemmary of a lord, and the bearing of a lord. But, nay, by all means, you are not a lord. If you aren’t a lord, you had better decide what you are, because a lord is what we’ve got every reason to think ya are.”
