Retribution - Part 3

"How on earth are you teaching here then?" Hod asked. "I would have thought you'd have been hung by now, as per the laws of the king."

The Minister of Information clenched his jaw so hard that Oliver thought he might growl. The old man sucked in his neck like some odd sort of bird, ready to swoop down on Hod, who still sat with his legs dangled over the arm of his chair, as he incited violence from all of his peers.

"Both my Ministers make a valid point," Tevar noted. "What of the other two?"

The Minister of Coin sniffed in distaste. "I find it vulgar that we would allow something so uncultured within these walls. Patrick has raised his boy to be as feral as he. I would not see the Academy turned to the same state of unrest as in the days of him. If the boy cannot control his temper, then he will never be of use to our society, regardless of skill."

Tevar nodded. Oliver hoped it was in mere acknowledgement, rather than agreement. "And you Gavlin, what do you say?"