He just gave his daughter a grin. "Or maybe he needs to get a handle on how much I have changed from that near three hundred year trip. Believe me, my oath-brother is going to keep me there until either I beg to get out, which won't happen, I start butchering courtiers, won't happen, or I start causing him political issues enough he has to send me out, will happen. Barid always was better than me at grand strategy, me better at tactical strategies, but neither of us is exactly helpless in the other. Trust me, three months, minimum. And if I do this right, I might get set up in a government opposite his, keep his forces sharp and getting better."