“He's my father!" she bellowed, pointing to Trevanion.
"Vestie!" Beatriss said firmly, stopping to stare up at her. "I'll snip at the tongue if I ever see it in such a way again! Trevanion, speak to her."
Vestie hung her head, shamefaced.
"Vestie," he said, his voice still gentle.
"Yes, Father."
"Shout it out louder, my love. Shout it out louder.”
―
Melina Marchetta,
Froi of the Exiles
