“I’ll see what I can do about this vote. Meanwhile, you do whatever you need to.” “To do what?” I asked. “To survive,” he said. He squinted at nothing in particular and said, “You’ve had it easy so far, in some ways.” “Easy?” I asked. “You’ve had troubles,” he said. “But you’ve gotten to play Lancelot at all of them. You’ve ridden forth to do open battle and you’ve won the day.” “Not all of them.” “More than most would have,” he said.
