"For a worthy cause," Asabel firmly. "I do not regret that. I say it again. My father and I had different opinions on the current governance by the High King. He was content to keep the peace. That is why we went to war – to prove our ideals. Is it not my side that won this fight, merchant? Do the Gods not raise their arms in support of justice."
The young merchant was unmoved. "I would say that your Lords raise up their arms, rather. I would say, rather, that it was strategy that befell your father, not divine intervention. It was superior Generals, and superior armies. If the Gods were so at play, it would be the supposedly wretched – as you do insist – High King that they attacked, and not your Lord father."
"Have they not attacked him, in giving him defeats?" Queen Asabel said. "What can you call the victory of Oliver Patrick over the likes of the Emerson army if not divine intervention?"
"…The prowess of a highly capable young General," the merchant said.
