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ler and more
intimate. He wanted 's trust above everything else. "I want to tell you a
story, Aimee', that tale I tell all my students, of my first encounter with
the Satyrs and of my learning of the ways of love, of power, and of men.
That you should hear it intrigues me, because I have never told it to a
female before. Your master tests me, and I do not like being tested. But
do not relay that message to him. You may tell him everything that
occurs... but that. Do you understand?"
"Yes... yes sir."
"Good. Now listen closely."
I began my life as a simple blacksmith's son and the very idea that I
might end up a mage never crossed my mind. I knew my place in the world
and I knew that the worlds of mages lay far beyond my simple reach. Never
did the twain meet.
I had a talent for the smithy, make no mistake. I knew how to make
steel behave in manners never seen before or since, and I can still do the
same today. I still smith as a hobby. And as a way of making the tools of
my true trade, of course.
Do you know where Daber Wood lies on the map, Aimee? No? Some day I
shall pull out my maps and show it to you, once you have learned to read
the s
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