"And if I move to stop you?" Oliver said.
Blackthorn gave him a dark look. "Then I will fight you as harshly as if you were the High King himself."
"You will die if you march alone," Hod said coldly. "Four thousand men is about as many as you can expect. Against Blake, however, and the High King's remaining soldiers, you will find yourself lacking."
"I very much doubt that, Minister," Blackthorn said. "But even if you are right, it matters not. I will not perish before I sever the High King's head, that I am certain of. And if I do live, then I will march down towards King Wyndon after, and see his head struck from his shoulders for unleashing Tiberius."
"A rather destructive bit of planning," Hod said. "I think it to be a shame."
