"There's more than that," General Blackthorn interrupted, from over ten metres away, his hearing terrifying. He turned in his saddle, and shot Oliver an impressive look. The sort of look that could weigh a man down in his saddle, and freeze him in place. "He's glad – glad of the opportunity to take revenge on you, for what you sowed in him before."
Oliver moved forward on his horse, to close the gap between himself and the General. His hearing was not nearly as acute as the Blackthorn man's. Besides, he preferred to talk to a man from his side, where he could properly see his face. Captain Blackthorn trotted meekly after him. Verdant chose to hold his place, shooting another nod to the Blackthorn Colonels, at whatever unspoken question it was they had asked him.
"You suppose so?" Oliver said. "For what reason? I thought myself to be facing a man simply glad to carry out the orders of his King."
