Erhard

Was the table always this long. I finished the meal counting nothing but the clink of silver.

• RaymundYour Grace, it would be best not to look toward the window during meals.
  ErhardI wasn't looking. I was counting.
• BridaIf it's too long, just move your seat. Even iron bends before he does.
• IreneThere's a trick to setting silverware so it doesn't clink! Want me to show you?
  GodricIrene. Mind your manners when you reply to His Grace's post.

A page turned up under the drawer. It's my handwriting, but I don't remember writing it.

• GodricYour Grace. I know that page.
  ErhardDon't tell me.
• HertaThat's handwriting from when your hand was shaking. That winter.
  ErhardDoes the herbalist take a paper's pulse too.

The wind opened my cloak. I won't write down why I didn't close it again.

• BridaI know how heavy that cloak is, the wind couldn't open it if it tried.
  ErhardYou measure iron. I'll measure the cloak.
• RaymundThe ramparts aren't a place to stand for long, Your Grace.
  ErhardI know.
• HertaYour Grace, if that shoulder freezes, my hands suffer all winter long.