Lord Carilon stands and takes the floor, facing Lord Dosiere:
“Your Lordship, our neighbour from Ghieste seems to have drawn to himself your righteous fires. I, for myself, believe that just as a young archer you try to shoot down too many birds, and hence will miss all of them. You plan to uproot false nobility, fine by me. Nevertheless, I feel that, at least one of your targets is a wrong one.”
The Archduke threads quietly in the open ground, in the middle of the halls, whilst speaking:
“Lord Ghorien has proved himself a fine guildmaster, as far as one considers the Golden Dragon achievements. Although I do not consider this to be a knightly activity, the man cleverly survived the crushing of his House under late Tael’s iron heels. He has further positioned himself to re-claim his birthright after the Iron Baron’s downfall, and has fulfilled his duty as a liege and as a peer of the Empire, by avoiding civil war engulfing old Ghoere, and fatally wounding the heartlands of Anuire.
I will conclude by saying that from Alam’s point of view, the man sitting on the Ghieste’s throne is indeed the heir of those with whom my forebears waged battle in the so-called War of the Bridges. That does not mean, Lord Dosiere, that Duke Ghorien’s paste activities have to be palatable to you. Your Lordship will have to provide us with a lot more hard facts, and if I am not mistaken, lodge your challenge to his rights to bear Ghieste’s arms and crown with the Imperial Herald of Arms. Then, if my memory does not fail me the Imperial Herald will have to ascertain the receivability of your claim, before eventually asking Lord Ghieste to defend his claim. Venting your anger, Lord Dosiere, on perceived flaws of the man or taints on his past, does not hinder his right to reign.”