“I skipped dinner in the great hall tonight, but I saw them yesterday. A glittery bunch, and some seemed to have their knives out for Gwyn.”
“And for you, too. For some, it’s personal; they don’t like Gwyn to have so much power, or he’s done them some wrong. For others, it’s just a taste for change, destructive or not.” She took a sip of her wine. “Long life brings boredom to some. It’s a great vice, to not reckon the consequences, or simply not to care.”
“I don’t imagine they like the idea of a human huntsman much, either.”
“That’s part of it, certainly, but not the main issue. Much of it’s envy, I’d say. They remember how Gwyn got his position.” She put her fork down. “How much do you know about his predecessor?”
George leaned back in his chair to listen. “Very little.”
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