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Moran stood between Tarli and Saliak, who had ended
up sitting next to each other for the term. Neither boy
wanted to look cowardly by moving away from the other.
Besides, Saliak often enjoyed himself by punching and
prodding Tarli when the older boy thought Moran wasn't
looking.
Instead of moving to the table, Moran sat on the bench
and turned to Saliak after the recitation of the Oath. "Why
did you say those words?"
"You make us," Saliak answered nervously.
Someone giggled.
"Why do I make you?"
"Because the Oath is important," Tarli said.
Moran turned the full force of the Mask on the boy.
"What makes it important?"
Before Tarli could answer, Moran snapped his head
around to the second bench. "You, Maglion. What makes
the Oath important?"
Maglion turned bright red. "Wh-what it means ..."
"No." Moran stood, walked to the front, slowly and
deliberately.
"The Oath," he said quietly, "does not mean anything.
The Oath IS everything. Day, night, waking, sleeping,
honor is your life.
"Once you know that, you can no more do wrong than
you can rise from the dead unaided." He eyed Maglion
coldly. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." But Maglion sounded unhappy
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