himself away from the endless squabbling and scheming in the Council to pay a brief visit to the ancestral estate.
In one thing, at least, Demansk's grandfather and father had shared the same attitude: neither of them had had much use for gentrymen, especially ones who were stinking rich. Outside of war, at least, where the grandfather prized their talents. The father, having spent as little time in the army as necessary for a man of his station, had even less use for them than that.
And here I am—in three generations!—scurrying to find their favor.
He suppressed the sour sentiment. True, with the exception of