"He certainly has his father in him," Idris mused. "If someone had said fifty years ago the same thing about Dominus Patrick, they might have been right. Yet, Dominus had fatal weaknesses. Dominus could not bring true benefit to those that support him. He lacked the fundamental ingredients for that. Does your choice of Lord not invite the same ruin? The same Lord that now sits in a prison cell, on trial? Your confidence in your ability to predict, my son, and yet you oversaw this."
"Oh, but he did not oversee this," Hod said with a waggle of his finger. "Your son visited my before the assassination attempt occurred, predicting that it would happen. His only mistake was the timing. He assumed better of his opponent."
Now that bombshell caused quite a stir. The crowd shifted uncomfortably, and murmured to themselves. Even Jolamire was shifting in his seat, squinting his eyebrows, looking like he was searching for the words to refute the ridiculousness that Hod had claimed.
