Magnus looked toward the kitchen. “But the boy?’’
“He has many things to learn,” said Robert. “Logic is only a start. He must come to understand that even the most important issues in life can often be seen to be games, with a sense of risk and reward and how to calculate them. He must learn when to walk away from a conflict, and when to press his luck. Much of his nature, what he was taught as a child among his people, must be taken from him. He must learn about the game of men and women—did you know his future wife was being arranged for him while he waited upon a mountaintop for his manhood vision?’’
“I know little of the ways of the Orosini,” confessed Magnus.
“He knows nothing of the most common knowledge in the city; he has no sense of duplicity and deceit, so he has almost no instinct for when someone is lying to him. Yet he has a sense in the wild that would rival that of a Natalese Ranger.’’
“Caleb told me he hunted like no city-born man,” agreed Magnus.
“Your brother spent years with the elves; he should know.’’
“Agreed.”
“No, our young friend Talon is an opportunity. He is, perhaps, unique. And he is young enough that we may be able to educate him to be something few of us can be.’’
“Which is what?” asked Magnus, clearly interested.
“Unlimited by our heritage. He’s still able to learn, while most of us at his age are already convinced we know everything.”
“He does seem a ready student,” Magnus conceded.
“And he has a sense of honor that would serve a LaMutian Captain of Tsurani descent.’’
Magnus raised an eyebrow. Those of Tsurani descent were as hidebound where honor was concerned as any men living. They would die to discharge a debt of honor. He looked for a moment to see if Robert was exaggerating and realized that he wasn’t. “Honor is useful, at times.’’
“He has a mission already, even if it has yet to come to the surface of his mind.’’
“Mission?”
“He is Orosini. He must hunt down and kill the men responsible for the obliteration of his people.’’
Magnus let out a long sigh. “Raven and his band of cutthroats. No mean feat, that.’’
“The boy’s already a hunter. When he is ready, he’ll seek them out. I would rather have him do so with better weapons than his bare hands and native wit. So, there is much we must teach him, both of us.’’
“He has no skill for magic, I imagine, or else you would have sent him back to Father instead of bringing him up here.’’
“True, but there are other skills besides magic, Magnus. I am not jesting; he has a nimble mind, and there are far more complex tasks to discipline thought than playing games with cards. If he is to serve us, he must be as tough in spirit and intellect as he already is in body. He may not have any skill in magic, but he will face it, and he will face minds far more adept in backstabbing, double-dealing, and deception than he could possibly imagine.’’
“If it’s double-dealing you’re worried about, you should have brought in Nakor to tutor him.’’
“I might still, but not yet. Besides, your father has Nakor down in Kesh on some errand or another.’’
Magnus stood up. “Ah, then the prospect for war between the Kingdom of the Isles and the Empire of Great Kesh is now excellent.”
Robert laughed. “Nakor doesn’t wreak havoc everywhere he visits.’’
“No, just most places. Well, if you think you can ready the boy to chase down Raven and kill him, good luck.’’
“Oh, it’s not Raven and his murderers I’m concerned with. Hunting them is only part of Talon’s training, albeit his journeyman’s piece. If he should fail, then he would lack the true test of his skills.’’
“I’m intrigued. What lies beyond?’’
“Talon will avenge his people when he kills everyone responsible for the obliteration of the Orosini. Which means he may not rest until he faces down and destroys the man behind that genocide.”
Magnus’s eyes narrowed, the pale blue becoming icy. “You’re going to turn him into a weapon?’’
Robert nodded. “He will need to kill the most dangerous man living today.’’
Magnus sat back on the seat again and folded his arms across his chest. He looked toward the kitchen as if trying to see through walls. “You’re sending a mouse to beard a dragon.’’
“Perhaps. If so, let’s ensure the mouse has teeth.’’
Magnus shook his head slowly and said nothing.
Talon hauled water up the hill and saw that Meggie waited for him and that she was frowning. She was the antithesis of Lela, tiny where Lela was voluptuous, fair to the point of pallor where Lela was dark, plain where Lela was exotic, dour where Lela was exuberant. In short, at not even twenty years old, she was more than halfway to being a middle-aged scold.
“Took you long enough,” she said.