“The Lady wants to secure him lodging inside the castle where he won"t have any distractions from his studies.”
“The Imperial Medacor hasn"t accepted him yet!”
“That"s only a matter of time,” Trickling Stream replied.
“And if he doesn"t accept him?”
doesn"t“He will.”
Gentle Hand shook her head. “How can you be so sure?”
“The Lady knows. You were there when she had that vision. Your son will become the Imperial Medacor, of that you can be confident. When and in what manner are all that"s in question.”
“The Lady Matriarch puts a lot of confidence in her visions,” Gentle Hand said with contempt.
“They"ve never been wrong—and an Empire depends on the accuracy of her sight. Anyway, the Lady also wants Healing Hand to learn other disciplines. He"ll work very hard, Hand. The Lady abides b
