Verdant shrugged. "I do not believe so. But afterall, it would be a risk. And it is up to you to decide whether that's a risk you are willing to take."
Oliver clenched his teeth, stirring, irritated, looking for any sort of solution. It was impatience that he spoke with. "If it's an impossible thing that we must do anywhere, then why not march?"
"We have discussed this, Your Majesty—"
"Not with the intention of killing the man," Oliver said. "But to hold him prisoner."
"We dismissed that option too, did we not? Did Hod not speak to you of it, once the battle was first won, and did you not dismiss it as an impossibility?" Verdant said.
