Is it just me, or can no-one live without Halt throwing people into moats?
“Halt, that was a baron. He deserves respect.” “No, Father, he does not. He took my coffee.” Fernidad, king of Clonmel, sighed and shook his head. “Do you know what he will think of me now?” “That you don’t look after coffee?” Fernidad was sure his head would burst. “No, that I encourage poor discipline.” “That’s perfectly true, father. Did you see those men-at-arms?” The king glared. “No, I meant among my children, boy. You will not do that again, do you understand?” Halt cocked his head to one side. “I don’t think so, Father. I don’t see what else Dun Kilty has a moat for.” Fernidad rose angrily. “That will be all, Halt.” Halt rose as well, outrage in his face. He had waited nine weeks, for this? “For how long? How come we never see you? Caitlyn was crying last night, because you weren’t there.” The king glared at Halt. “I have my duty, and I intend to fulfil it.” Halt turned away. “Fine, I’ll throw everyone of standing into the moat then.” Fernidad groaned. “Go to your room. I’ll be watching you.” Halt smothered a grin. I knew it would work, he thought.