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Out in the courtyard, Moran squinted at the sun.
"Awfully bright, don't you think?" he asked casually. In
the past month, the novices had learned to dread his
casual questions.
He stared around in surprise. "No? Ah. You're young.
You don't notice. Don't worry. I'll take care that you don't
hurt your eyes by squinting."
He handed each boy a blindfold, told him to put it on.
With some misgivings, he gave Tarli's to Saliak. The older
boy tied it around Tarli's head, all but planting his foot in
Tarli's back to pull the knot tight. Tarli, raising his hands to
his head, made a small, startled sound.
"Something wrong?" Moran asked.
"Not really." Finally Tarli said hesitantly, "This is so
tight, it hurts."
"Think of the pain as a distraction. You may have to
fight in pain someday." He held the boy's shoulder, mostly
to keep him still. "Now you tie on Saliak's blindfold."
Saliak flinched. He hadn't thought about that. Tarli, his
skin puckering beneath his own blindfold, grinned. Saliak
didn't make a sound when Tarli tightened the blindfold, but
Moran saw the older boy grimace in pain.
Moran passed each blind and groping boy a dagger
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