Marcelo closed the heavy tome with more vigor than necessary and scanned the vast walls of books in the castle library. Not only had he been sheltered from commonplace knowledge, but apparently, he shouldn’t have confidence in everything written in books either. He trusted the evidence of his own eyes, and that contradicted everything he’d heard about the people of Zioneven, and much of what he’d read in this book.
He trailed a finger along its spine. In the book, even where details were possibly factually correct, they were presented in such a fashion as to make Zioneven’s policies appear misguided or dangerous. But when he thought about it, Sheburat’s arguments against educating the commoners appeared self-serving and coldhearted. Zioneven’s policy seemed more benevolent, and likely to
