“I suppose that will depend upon your training then,” Bethen replied. “You have a lot to learn between now and then. If we don"t meet until that time, then I wish you well, and try to remember me.”
“I will,” Zya promised. “It was nice to have met you in the outside world.”
The great door creaked open. Zya entered the hall, and Joen stepped out from an antechamber, full of benevolence, full of fatherly love. The expression on his face altered as he saw Bethen. “Bethen, you should be about your studies, should you not?” He asked, composed once more but arching an eyebrow.
Bethen flushed under his gaze. “I should, father Kzell,” she replied contritely. “I am on my way now.”
“See that you work hard, my daughter.” He turned his attention to Zya, making her feel the most important person in
