“If you’re waiting on my approval, then you’ll be waiting a mighty long time.” Ramar said dismissively.

“I was afraid that you were going to be unreasonable.”

“I don’t think I am being unreasonable. You abandoned your training and come back fifteen years later expecting a warm welcome and access to my most valuable secret. I am not going to apologize for not letting you use me as a stepping stone to power and glory.”

“On your feet, soldier.” Jhendayre said coldly. “I intend to show you exactly what I have learned.”

Ramar made no move to stand. “What do you think killing a cripple will earn you?”

“Is that the only way you define yourself? If that’s true, then killing you will put you out of your misery.” Jhendayre spat.

“Where is your honor? This won’t be a fair fight. You’ll just be a bully pretending to be an executioner.”

In one fluid motion Jhendayre drew his sword and stabbed down.

Ramar watched his former student’s face twist in pain, blood seeping down his left leg.

“Now we are evenly matched.”