A Book Made Me Count My Turnips Again

Let us begin with the number everyone has repeated incorrectly, the novel made me count my turnips again before breakfast, because its ruler treated a storehouse ledger as decoration; I checked the keep’s winter bin twice, and discovered that arithmetic remains more loyal than most banners.

The book’s central lord keeps abandoning useful allies whenever the road looks easier, which reminded me of my own banner leaving XxoAeryoxX’s house today; I said I was done with that arrangement, though the ending may still involve one of us riding to the other’s walls.

You should read it, provided you enjoy watching a commander mistake convenience for strategy; it is rather like an explorer who reached the wrong shore— I have barely met books, but this one has already made me suspicious of every empty granary, every open keep, and every lord who calls betrayal housekeeping.