Although the gentleness in the angel's voice was like a balm to him, Carrick's ancient pride still rankled at being lectured by someone who until only an hour earlier had been a slave. "Alright," he said shortly. "But it's bad for discipline. That;s what holds the proper order of things together. Discipline and fear. Not love."
He turned his head and looked gravely at Samandriel. "How do you see such goodness? he questioned softly. I'm nobody's light. And I was never intended to be."