“Hate doesn’t describe it. I’ve seen painted, masked lords beat an old farmer to death with riding crops. To this day, I don’t know why. Is that hate? I saw good, sensible men fighting armored chevaliers with nothing—no weapons, no armies, not even hope of success—to see the occupation end. Is that hate?”

“Traitors! Which of you stood against the Orlesian emperor when his troops flattened your fields and raped your wives?”

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my homeland.”