ictory. Now be quiet and listen. I’ve only time for one last lesson, the hardest. Sheathing the Sword.”
“You’ve spent an hour every morning making me do nothing but draw this b****y sword and put it back in the scabbard. Standing, sitting, lying down. I think I can manage to get it back in the sheath without cutting myself.”
“I said listen, sheepherder,” the Warder growled. “There will come a time when you must achieve a goal at all costs. It may come in attack or in defense. And the only way will be to allow the sword to be sheathed in your own body.”
“That’s crazy,” Cassel said. “Why would I ever—?”
The Warder cut him off. “You will know when it comes, sheepherder, when the price is worth the gain, and there is no other choice left to you. That is called Sheathing the Sword. Remember
