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wondered if the maker had lacked sufficient fabric to finish the suit。 At a time when full sleeves slashed with colors were the mark of a wealthy man； he wore his shirt as tight as a cat's skin。 His boots were high and fitted to his calves； and he carried a little quirt； as if e straight from riding。 His clothing looked unfortable and bined with his thinness to give an impression of stinginess。
His pale eyes swept the Queen's Garden dispassionately。 He considered us； and immediately dismissed us as wanting。 He breathed out through his hawk's nose； as does a man facing an unpleasant chore。 〃Clear a space；〃 he directed us。 〃Push all this rubbish to one side。 Stack it there； against that wall。 Quickly； now。 I have no patience with sluggards。〃
And so the last lines of the garden were destroyed。 The arrangements of the pots and beds that had been shadows of the little walks and arbors that had once existed here were swept aside。 The pots were moved to one side； the lovely little statues stacked crookedly atop them。 Galen spoke only once； to me。 〃Hurry up； bastard；〃 he ordered me as I struggled with a heavy pot of earth； and he brought down his riding crop across my shoulders。 It was not much of a blow； more a tap； but it seemed so contrived that I stopped in my efforts and looked at him。 〃Didn't you hear me？〃 he demanded。 I nodded； and went back to moving the pot。 From the corner of my eye； I saw his odd look of satisfaction。 The blow； I felt； had been a test； but I was not sure if I had passed or failed it。
The tower roof became a bare space； with only the green lines of moss and old runnels of dirt to indicate the garden that had been。 He directed us to form ourselves into two lines。 He ordered us by age and size； and then separated us by sex； putting the girls behind the boys and off to the right。 〃I will tolerate no distractions or disruptive behavior。 You are here to learn； not dally；〃 he warned us。 He then spaced us out； having us stretch our arms in all directions to show that there we could not touch one another； not even so much as a fingertip。 From this； I expected physical exercises would follow； but instead he directed us to stand still； hands at our sides； and attend to him。 So as we stood on the cold tower top he lectured us。
〃For seventeen years； I have been Skillmaster of this keep。 Before this； my lessons were given to small groups； discreetly。 Those who failed to show promise were turned away quietly。 During that time the Six Duchies had no need for more than a handful to be trained。 I trained only the most promising； wasting no time on those； without talent or discipline。 And； for the last fifteen years； I have not initiated any into the Skill。
〃But evil times are upon us。 The Outislanders ravage our shores and Forge our people。 King Shrewd and Prince Verity turn their Skills to protecting us。 Great are their efforts and many their successes； though the mon folk never even guess at what they do。 I assure you； against the minds I have trained； the Outislanders stand small chance。 A few paltry victories they may have won； ing upon us unprepared； but the forces I have created to oppose them will prevail！〃
His pale eyes burned and he lifted his hands to the heavens as he spoke。 He held a long silence； staring upward； his arms stretched out above his head； as if he clawed down power from the sky itself。 Then he let his arms slowly fall。
〃This I know；〃 he went on in a calmer voice。 〃This I know。 The forces I have created will prevail。 But our king； may all gods honor and bless him； doubts me。 And as he is my king； I bow to his will。 He requires that I seek amongst you of lesser blood； to see if there are any with the talent and will； the purity of purpose and sternness of soul； to be trained in the Skill。 This I will do； for my king has manded。 Legends say in days of old there were many trained in the Skill； who worked alongside their kings to avert dangers from the land。 Perhaps it was truly so； perhaps the old legends exaggerate。 In any case； my king has manded me to attempt to create such a surplus of Skilled ones； and so I will try。〃
He totally ignored the five or so women of our group。 Not once did his eyes turn toward them。 The exclusion was so obvious I wondered how they had offended him。 I knew Serene slightly； for she also had been an apt pupil of Fedwren。 I could almost feel the warmth of her displeasure。 In the row beside me； one of the boys shifted。 In a flash Galen had leaped in front of him。
〃Bored； are we？ Restless with an old man's talk？〃
〃Just a cramp in my calf； sir；〃 the boy rejoined； foolishly。
Galen slapped him； a backhand that rocked the boy's head。 〃Be quiet； and stand still。 Or leave。 It's all one to me。 It's already obvious that you lack the stamina to achieve the Skill。 But the King has found you worthy to be here； and so I will attempt to teach you。〃
I trembled inside。 For when Galen spoke to the boy； it was me he stared at。 As if the boy's movement had been my fault； somehow。 A strong distaste for Galen flooded through me。 I had taken blows from Hod in the course of my instruction in staves and swords； and endured disfort even from Chade as he demonstrated touch spots and strangling techniques； and ways to silence a man without disabling him。 I'd had my share of cuffs； boots； and swats from Burrich； some justified； some the vented frustration of a busy man。 But I'd never seen a man strike a boy with such apparent relish as Galen had。 I strove to keep my face impassive； and to look at him without appearing to stare。 For I knew if I glanced away； I'd be accused of not paying attention。
Satisfied； Galen nodded to himself； and then resumed his lecture。 To master the Skill； he must first teach us to master ourselves。 Physical deprivation was his key。 Tomorrow we were to arrive before the sun was over the horizon。 We were not to wear shoes； socks； cloaks； nor any woolen garment。 Heads were to be uncovered。 The body must be scrupulously clean。 He exhorted us to imitate him in his eating and living habits。 We would avoid meat； sweet fruit； seasoned dishes； milk； and 〃frivolous foods。〃 He advocated porridges and cold water； plain breads and stewed root vegetables。 We would avoid all unnecessary conversation； especially with those of the other sex。 He counseled us long against any sort of 〃sensual〃 longings； in which he included desiring food； sleep； or warmth。 And he advised us that he had arranged for a separate table to be set for us in the hall； where we might eat appropriate food and not be distracted by idle talk。 Or questions。 The last phrase he added almost like a threat。
He then put us through a series of exercises。 Close the eyes and roll your eyeballs up as far as they would go。 Strive to roll them all the way around to look into the back of one's own skull。 Feel the pressure this created。 Imagine what you might see if you could roll your eyes that far。 Was what you saw worthy and correct？ Eyes still closed； stand on one leg。 Strive to remain perfectly still。 Find a balance； not just of body； but of spirit。 Drive from the mind all unworthy thoughts； and you could remain like this indefinitely。
As we stood； eyes always closed； going through these various exercises； he moved among us。 I could track him by the sound of the riding crop。 〃Concentrate！〃 he would mand us； or 〃Try； at least try！〃 I myself felt the crop at least four times that day。 It was a trifling thing； little more than a tap； but it was unnerving to be touched with a lash； even without pain。 Then the last time it fell； it was high on my shoulder； and the lash of it coiled against my bare neck while the tip caught me on the chin。 I winced； but managed to keep my eyes closed and my precarious balance on one aching knee。 As he walked away I felt a slow drip of warm blood form on my chin。
He kept us all day； releasing us when the sun was a half copper on the horizon and the winds of night were rising。 Not once had he excused us for food； water； or any other necessity。 He watched us file past him； a grim smile on his face； and only when we were through the door did we feel free to stagger and flee down the staircas
