said Cyhan. It was two days since Gram had gotten his invisible tattoo.He looked at his teacher, but since he hadn’t been given permission to speak he waited silently.“Go ahead,” said the older man. “You can speak freely for a while. You’re going to have some questions.”“Ready for what, Zaihair?”“To start attacking, or at least trying to.”Up until that point, Gram had been doing nothing other than trying to keep himself in the proper frame of mind to detect and avoid incoming attacks. Still, he was mildly disappointed. He had hoped he might get to train in armor, or with a shield at least. Fighting with nothing more than a stick in an open field was hardly a realistic way to learn the sort of craft he would need someday.Cyhan read the lack of enthusiasm in his features. “What were you expecting?”“When will I start learning to be a knight?”“What does that mean?”“You know, armor training, heavy weapons, the lance. The others—they’re learning how to care for their armor, how to bear the weight, how to use a shield.
