Too Many Sides (Part One)

"It's enough," Master Tiernan said, picking up a long carving knife and spearing a section of roast boar with enough violence to suggest that he wished it was Owain Lothian before him rather than a hunk of roasted meat. 

"Tiernan," Master Isabell said, looking at him with a complex expression as her normally placid companion lost much of his composure. "There are still things we should consider. Perhaps we should discuss this privately tonight and return tomorrow," she said, casting a questioning glance at the dark-haired youth. 

"No, we've heard enough," Tiernan said. "Already, I don't know how I can tolerate being in that conniving lordling's presence after what I've heard tonight. No, I want to hear what kind of help this young fellow wants from us. Maybe then I can feel like I'm doing something to wash this, this sickening feeling from my belly."