It is not many children who choose to follow their parents’ footsteps.” She wanted to be a merchant like her father. “I once asked her what she wanted to do with her life,” Rendle said. “She was fortunate to have such a father.” “I am fortunate my daughter had such an instructor.” Stevic turned his gaze to the arms master. When I saw Karigan put Timas Mirwell on the ground, I thought maybe I could get her to work for something else and the sword would be just a beginning, that it would inspire her to seek out whatever it was she wanted to do with her life.” Complaints, mind you, except from her riding instructor, Master Deleon. I had heard about her from other instructors. “I had hoped Karigan would find a talent for something, but I never expected the sword.” Even the pigeons seemed to have fled the grounds, giving it a gloomy and abandoned feel. The courtyard had fallen into shadow and silence, empty of students. But it is rare to find a student with actual interest and talent.” The Guardians believe they should be prepared for the world they wander in, and I quite agree. Minstrel students are more musician than warrior, but weapons training is required for them.

They hone traditional skills it is unlikely they will ever use.

You must understand that most of the students who come to me are there mostly because it is part of their coursework, or a clan tradition to receive weapons training. It was raw and instinctual, but I saw promise. “By the end of the fight,” he was saying, “I saw enough to recognize she had some natural talent with the sword. “I should have listened more closely,” he said.” “I told you, my lord, we should have left her while she was asleep.” Horse Marshal Martel appeared at the king’s side, his face impassive. It was as if he wanted to laugh, but he knew better than to do so.

The king’s eyebrows shot up, and his mouth was quirked in a half smile he couldn’t quite hide. “You have a broken arm,” Karigan retorted. “You are wounded and exhausted,” Zachary said. My father is being held in the throne room.” Karigan shoved the blanket off and raised herself to her feet. well, I can depend on you to move these people out of harm’s way.” “You will rest here with the day’s other wounded and the remainder of Marshal Martel’s troops. “You have already done more than your share,” he said.

Green Rider by Kristen Britain