“Aye, and you cheated,” said Isern, “and dinged Black Dow in the back of the head with that sword you’re wearing, and so Calder became Black Calder, and stole the North, and gave Skarling’s Chair to his brother to sit in, who gave it to his nephew to sit in.” She stuck her bottom lip out and scratched at her throat. “Come to think of it, all this is your fault.”
