When he could perhaps no longer see the three heads going against the current, the Lord General pulled his gaze back only for it to snag on Leal's watchful one. It narrowed there.
Leal couldn't help recall the words the older man had thrown at him when he'd learned his true identity.
"The fruit does not fall far from the tree, it seems."
With a dispassionate feeling, he'd wondered whether or not the proud Lord would claim the same for himself and for his remaining son. As if sensing what Leal had been thinking, the Lord General had been the first to avert his eyes.
That should have been the end of that episode, as far as the Lysean Prince was concerned.
With Lothar's brother gone from his post, the forces pushing and pulling the bier at both sides had become uneven. There were only t
