England's New Chivalric Epic: Remus & Gwilherm Ch VI: An Enemy's Sacrifice

“How could you not slay the beast? If you failed, this will come back to haunt us all!” Millarth complained loudly in the midst of the feast, tossing his drinking horn from him as though it were filled to the brim with poison, rather than fine local wine. “Why else would any of ye three come here, especially if enemies if ye have not fulfilled any of thy duties to the people of Estria!?”

His words had a chilling effect upon all of those present, with Wigstan shouting ‘here, here!’ in support to his sister’s disgust, who whispered in a hissing voice to him, only for him to hiss back at her. Seated as they were at the far end of the table, apparently having been demoted there by order of Morcar for the first time since their childhood, this had led to many glowers from the lord’s nephew in the direction of his ‘honoured-guest’. Not that this at all concerned his host, even if it unnerved Gwilherm a little, just as the tart words of Millarth did.