Silvertip Mountain sun in the bloodied hand

ashlar, horrified. merrick, pious.
"there is nothing wrong with peace. it is only that a certain sort of peace has only ever come to ursus. and it is not the calm of still waters and a quiet sky."
"if you want peace, then take root among us finally, and hold to your code. as evien did."
a position, and if ashlar could fit himself there, approval. merrick was not yet ready to surrender the boy.