"None," he answered, "she wanted it to be just her own faction, no muddying the waters. I know --"

He stops, takes a breath and rubs at his stubble. Nancy has no reason to trust him, and he can't really promise her anything.

"I never wanted any of this," he says finally, and Lancelot usually manages to keep his cool but he's been drinking. Emotion seeps into his voice, regret -- plenty of it. "Sylvia asked my opinion a long time ago and I told her to give you all a voice, to listen to you. Norrell just -- drowned us all out."