Urthryn bristled, but Oslang waved a mitigating hand. ‘I make no judgements,’ he said, hastily. ‘There are seemingly sound reasons for all these things, but they’re irrelevant except insofar as they should be learned from. What is relevant is the dreadful whole they make.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Urthryn said, taken aback slightly by Oslang’s unexpected conclusion.
‘If the Lords can’t restore Fyorlund, or if the country is seriously weakened by civil war, then an army from Narsindal could walk straight through it and down through Orthlund, probably without resistance, unless the Orthlundyn have taken Hawklan’s advice to heart.’ It was Olvric. He had not spoken before, leaving the telling of their news to Yengar. Now his voice was cold. ‘And if the Morlider land in force they’ll fully occup
