“Seems your father’s dream came true after all,” said Rikke. “The North united.” She put her hands behind her head and stretched up tall. “It just won’t be his blood that leads it. Scale’s back to the mud. Stour’s back to the mud. Bethod’s line ends with you.” “Ah.” For some reason, Calder had the ghost of a smile at the last. He leaned forwards and spoke so softly only she could hear. “So you don’t see everything.”
