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Moran stared at him. "You don't mind?"
"Not anymore." Tarli frowned. "I would have minded
when I started. Did you know, I promised my mother that
I'd try to become a knight?"
Moran shook his head, partly to clear it.
"She said it would be good for me and for the
knighthood." He sighed loudly. "Sometimes, these past
few weeks, I've wondered if she meant it as some kind of
joke."
Possible, Moran thought, smiling sadly. Very possible.
"Ah, well. Time to go." Tarli stood up, but he didn't
leave. "By the way, I do have another name, Sire."
Moran stiffened. "So I assumed."
"I just don't use it, since my father and mother weren't
married." He looked, clear-eyed and innocently, at Moran.
"Your mother's name was good enough," Moran said
gruffly. Since that summer, Loraine had become elevated in
Moran's mind into a sort of spirit-woman, someone whose
love was too wild and pure for Moran.
"By rights I can use the other name." Tarli didn't sound
bitter or ironic, merely stating a fact. "Did you know that?"
Moran nodded. "I assumed you didn't know the name."
He added quickly, "Which is not an insult to your mother.
She was a wonderful woman. I knew her well, you know
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