The Fury of Honest Men - Part 7

Lord Blackthorn employed his own thoughtful silence as his daughter gave that declaration, just as Idris had done before him. But Blackthorn's silence was far more intimidating, given the furious look that decorated his face. The nobility that had been unlucky enough to find seats next to him looked pale, as they sought to distance themselves from the giant man, to whatever degree that they could, which didn't happen to be very far, given the other bodies that were pressed up so closely against them.

"Fine," he said finally. "How good a teacher was he? Have you achieved anything with the blade under his guidance?"

That was a question that Lasha answered readily. Hod did not interrupt, despite the shifting relevance to their ongoing discussion, he merely observed quietly, an intense look in his eyes. "He did. He taught me well. He showed me the weaknesses in my sword, in the Blackthorn school of swordsmanship, when I lacked the strength to properly wield it."