“He meant no insult by his response, but seemed incapable of believing the preposterous story Leto had told. He stood back and assessed his friend. "Vermilion hells! Don't you think you're, uh . . . overreacting a bit, Leto?" Rhombur strode over to one of the broad windows. Alcoves all along the wall of the stocky Prince's room displayed handpicked geological oddities, his delight and pride. Far beyond the amenities of his station as the Earl's son, Rhombur found joy in his collection of mineral...s, crystals, and gems. He could have purchased more magnificent specimens many times over, but the Prince had personally found each rock in his own explorations of cave floors and small tunnels. But in all his explorations, Rhombur -- indeed, the entire Vernius ruling family -- had been blind to the unrest among the workers. Now Leto understood why the Old Duke had insisted that his son learn to read his subjects and know the mood of the populace. "At the heart of it all, lad, we rule at their sufferance," Paulus had told him, "though thankfully most of the population doesn't realize it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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