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. Actually, he never missed an opportunity to
discredit the knights, and he seemed to take an uncommon
interest in the treasury.
"These novices aren't like that," Moran said stiffly.
"Not after gold, I grant you, but what about that first
one, Saliak? Power hungry, if anyone ever was."
"His father's a knight," Moran said. "His son will learn to
lead." In fact, the father was impoverished and bitter, and
that had affected Saliak, the son. Moran had found Saliak
arrogant, self-centered, and - Moran suspected - a trace
cruel. Without the discipline of the knights, the boy's
obvious talent and courage would never come to anything.
"So Saliak will learn to lead," Rakiel said dubiously.
"Well, 'lead us not into evil,' as has been said. And what
about Steyan? A tall and clumsy oaf of a boy."
Moran waved that aside. "I'm tall. I was clumsy. He's
quiet and a little sensitive. He'll do just fine."
Steyan had won Moran's heart when, instead of asking
first at the interview about swords or armor, the boy had
blurted out, "Is it hard seeing friends die? I'd want to save
them."
Moran had said simply, "Sometimes you can't."
The tall boy had scratched his head and muttered,
"That's hard
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