In Rodham, a man's voice is a weapon, a shield, a lover and a source of wonder; everything wished for and everything feared.
It is sick to consider even daring to profit from such times. That is what I have been dually raised to believe. I do not think so now, looking back through time and forward to the pile of gold at my feet. On the one hand, my father used to say, one should always take advantage of opportunity, whereas on the other, when she dared speak to me, my mother suggested advantage only came when one learnt to turn a blind eye to those moments. A drunk in a tavern said years later, that true man learnt to do both. So I did, and my profiteering became paramount to dragging me from the long hard years of misery I was subjected to in the nobility of my father’s keep, and the sodden earth works that bedded my namesake.