During my first day of training, I pretended to know nothing about the weaponry, cleaning, or making of cartridges, and allowed Gregor to train me with their rough and archaic skills. During the first few attempts, I made sure I failed in some small degree, whether the mistake was tearing a hole in the canvas to render the bag useless, or adding too little or too much gunpowder to the cartridges. I found the act of hiding my true skills a difficult one, but with each failure, I allowed myself to succeed in small increments. I soon gave up the appearance of a lack of skill and allowed Gregor to see my true talents, letting him believe the knowledge had come from him.
The nights were far worse. Each night, Captain Blair would return to my room to satisfy his needs. I thought about resisting
