Keep them secret, as with the ring, using them only in times of need, like a hidden poniard. Since your kinship is pretended, I will not formalize the title. It would be wisest to travel as Lady Rachel of Caberton, Jason’s sister. If you had land of your own, Rachel, you would certainly not be on the road without an entourage. “It is the more believable scenario,” Galloran said. “Why does he get to be nobility?” Rachel asked with a strained attempt at calmness. “Tense situations have a way of shortening tempers. “You can be my cook,” Jason said, unable to resist. Jason arose, moved by the simple ceremony despite the Blind King’s ruined castle, raspy voice, and tarnished crown. “I, Galloran, master of this castle, rightful heir to the throne at Trensicourt, dub thee Lord Jason of Caberton, hereby transmitting all rights and privileges befitting a nobleman of rank and title.” He reached forth one hand and laid it on Jason’s head to confirm his position, then tapped each shoulder with the blade as he spoke. From beneath his shabby robe Galloran drew a magnificent sword, the long blade gleaming like a mirror. Jason slid it on the third finger of his right hand. Galloran removed a ring from an inner pocket of his robe and held it out to Jason. Use my name when you speak to the man in the cave, and with others who share our conspiracy against Maldor. Especially when you claim me as your sponsor. My beard, my voice, my scars, my premature aging-all of these elements help disguise my true identity. Many enemies from bygone days would seek their revenge if they knew my location. The sharing of my name is no small matter. To all save a few trusted allies I am simply the Blind King. “Quite so.” The Blind King stroked his beard. “Live by the sword, die by the sword,” Jason said.

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