“You really are just like Father,” said James. “You can’t believe I’m on your side.” “Until Sinclair collars you. Or until the Dark King returns. Then you’ll go running back.” Cyprian stared him down. “You’re the Betrayer. I’m just waiting for you to turn.” “Like a shieldmate?” said James. The gall of that left him breathless. “Is there nothing you won’t mock or tear down?” “Go do your exercises,” said James. “Go take up your sword and practice the empty forms and the chants and the ceremonies, perfecting them endlessly for no one.”
