[ he sobers, eyes flicking down miles again briefly. ]

Indeed. [ a pause. ] And yet it's warriors they need, able of mind and body, courageous and loyal. Whatever form that may take.

[ if this man were a citizen of camelot, if he'd wanted to join the round table, what would arthur have done? he'd overturned the first code and allowed any man to join, regardless of status, before he was even king. but he'd never been faced with such a decision. still, one thing's for sure now: seeing the way other barrayarans treat miles trips his anger at watching injustice done. ]

Would the word of one of their countrymen truly mean so little to them? I'm little more than a stranger. An outsider.