Kael proposed establishing a learning institution.
The institution, a low, long building, stood near the granary where the village children learned the basics of living, and enough about a blade to defend themselves if it ever came to that again.
There the children learned about herbs, crops, farming, and other stuff to help them lead a better life.
He had built the institution in honor of Perrin, the youth who hadn't lived long enough to see the wonders the life offered.
Though he never said it aloud.
He had appointed Ferrin as the instructor of combat the same way he'd given him the training yard — plainly, without ceremony, because ceremony would have made it a bigger target than it needed to be.
Ferrin stood outside the schoolhouse door on his first morning. He could feel his heart pound.
