Chapter Seventeen

“Master Kolton?”

Kolton looked up from the blade he was polishing. “Yes, Sir Kale?”

“I’m concerned about Sir Randey.”

The Blade Master nodded. “I understand. And your concern for your fellow Knight is admirable.”

“Thank you, Master, but what can we do to help him?”

Kolton examined the Khortaal he held, watching the light glint from the polished metal. Satisfied, he slid it back into its sheath. He looked up at Kale. “Nothing.”

Kale frowned. “Nothing?”

Kolton nodded.

“Surely, Master, there is something we can do,” said Kale, his voice growing hard.

Kolton sighed. He truly did understand what young Kale was feeling, and his desire to help his friend. However, Kolton had the advantage of age and experience. He’d seen more than a few young Knights have to deal with that which Sir Randey was now wrestling. The feelings of guilt and loss, grief and anger; they were all perfectly normal and expected. How he dealt with them would ultimately show his character both as a man and a Blac