Blue Lightning, Black Stones

  Doubt The rain surrounds me as I fly, but doesn’t touch me. I reach Balshown before first light, and we dance the greeting together. “The guild will waste my morning,” he says, as he prepares breakfast. “Come back for a few hours in the late afternoon.” “What do they want with you?” He turns and looks in my eyes. Balshown hides little from me. “They want to hear about your training.” “What will you say?” “I’ll tell them what they expect to hear, that I’ve been following their orders.” “They told me to teach you little, sabotage your efforts, and tell you that it’s hopeless.” “Why don’t you follow their orders?” “I hate being told what to do,” he tells me, with a mischievous smile. Then his face turns serious. “I take my own measure of someone, and ignore the opinions of fools.”

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