"But it is not for him I fought," Harry can't help but protest. "It was for England. And he is England, it is true, and-- and all in all a better man than first I took him for. But--" Augh. He shifts his feet, looks down. "--I little knew, ere I spoke with Joly, how much, perhaps-- how much mine own father was in my thoughts when I spoke to thee, though I knew it not. I once did think to be a Percy a surer bond than any vow, a stronger link than any chain, but-- methinks I hold it lighter now, though perhaps 'tis sin to think so, I know not--"