Standing to his full height, he strode over to Neetra as silently as any shadow might cross a floor. Indeed, the High Councilor didn’t realize he’d drawn the King’s wrath until Rishi was already bearing down on him. Neetra’s shrill words fell off, and he lifted both hands as if to shield himself.
Gib sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, wishing he could take Joel’s hand. He didn’t want to see any more violence tonight.
The King’s unscathed arm shot out and his hand clenched the front of Neetra’s doublet, bringing the miserable gnat within an inch of the ruler’s face. “If you ever call my son a bastard again, I’ll rip your wagging tongue from your mouth.”
“I don’t understand. Why would anyone dislike a king who has made it possible for people to make better lives for themselves? How could anyone be upset with the freedom of others? Won’t it make our country stronger if more people are allowed opportunities?"
What a novel concept. :/ The alternative sure would make things "great" though.
“My final rule is that you don’t quit. Every warrior has his strengths—and his weaknesses. You’ll experience failure in my class. This I guarantee. You’ll leave class with bruises, broken bones, and crushed spirits. You’ll want to quit. But only when you fail will you learn. You can’t learn if you give up.”