Months passed. The “saving”process Rillton started had started slow. It first consisted of helping Gammon with his chores, cooking good meals for him, and comforting Gammon in his fits of grief.
But when the fifth month had passed Rillton started to think it was time to start Gammons training again.
“Training for what?” Gammon asked when Rillton had expressed his thought to him.
“For fighting! My boy!” Rillton exclaimed. “You can’t think I’ve given up on you being the Florid Sword!”
Gammon looked surprised.
“The Florid Sword? I told you Rillton. I can’t.”
“And why not?” Asked the mentor.
Gammon stood and thought a moment. He thought of the last time he had turned down this position. He thought of how his life had changed.
The reason he turned it down the last time was because he had a family to care for. Now that his family was gone, he could think of no excuse.
Seeing the thoughts pass on Gammons face Rillton advanced in his argument.
“You know what it’s like to have everything taken from you. Wouldn’t you want to prevent that feeling from other families?”
Gammon thought long and hard. He thought of how he would feel if someone had come to his family’s rescue that fateful night.
He thought of how he had treated people. Shame and remorse washed over him.
“What have I done?”
“You have grieved. You have made mistakes, yes. But everyone make those at some point in their life. One of the biggest mistakes a person can make is to never learn from their mistakes.” He looked hard at Gammon. “You’re a good man Gammon. I know you’ll make the right choice.”
“I’m ready. Teach me again.”
“I’ve already taught you most of what you need to know. You learned most of it as a young man. It’s now time to master your skills.”
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