The General gave her a skeptical frown but she plunged on regardless. “Katrione, at nineteen years of age, is in her seventh year of training here. Although she does undoubtedly have strong skills in Sight, she does not have the complete medical training necessary to treat your son’s injury. I hope you understand now my refusal of your request.”
She stopped talking for a moment, and ate one of the buns which had lain undisturbed on the plate as she made her argument. The General said nothing. After another bun had disappeared, he spoke quietly. “Tell me something, Maitress. Do the people who come here and avail themselves of your services always recover?”
The Maitress paused in her pursuit of a third bun. Such a question from Tomas’ father might be perilous indeed, given his wife had die
