[ There was a seed of truth in it that made Aymeric pause, tracking Cain's slow path, eyes sharp.

(He would never look like this, in the seat of the lord commander; he'd be the picture of a knight, and Cain would come to him in a scholar's robes, no ash, no blood — but he might circle the desk this way, and look across it that way, and there would be no interruptions.) ]

Then I shall expect you to return in reasonably good health with your findings, and I shall pray for your success — and if you succeed, you shall have your trifecta.