"You haven't been to Ardrigor, have you?" Mathea asks Inric. The two of them are sitting in the cargo area of Arvid's ship, staying out of the way of his crew. "No. Is it like Saldissay?" "It used to be. Now they have a king. Thirty years ago, one clan decided they were in charge." "And nobody objected?" "There was some kind of historical justification. But mainly they fought it out." "But they still have seminaries?" Inric persists. Where will his book have ended up? "Oh yes. That argument is still ongoing." Mathea grins. "At least it only wastes pen and ink instead of blood."