But this was my life, and in my arrogance I thought that I, I alone, could do this thing and still live. And it might have been so but for my illness,...my injury, though it would not have been for the reason I gave to myself. And now I have betrayed us, and my name will be as a curse among us." I— I don't think it needs to be as bad as that," I stammered, more than a little appalled. But my mind was already forming pictures of the answer to my question, and I supposed it might be exactly that. That one is nothing too fancy. I’ll have it done by next week.” Slak goes back to engraving. I sit at my desk and start to read my books again. We both sit in silence for a while. Both of us lost in our work. The book I’m reading is getting deeper and deeper. The complexity is kind of beyond me but I try to retain it. I know a lot of this comes with practice. “Will you ever teach me to make a sword?” I break the silence. “Eventually. These things come with time. You pay attention to those books. I lay my hand under his bad paw and looked at it. a curl of metal from a can opener had wrapped around his paw and buried itself deep between two pads. I carried him in and laid him down on a towel on the sink's drainboard. I put out a pan of water and swished his bad paw in it. I left him drinking as I got my kit. I took a small field medical kit, a pair of pliers, a pair of wire cutters and a pound jar of honey.He just watched as I snipped the sharp metal clipping in half, then slowly worked. ”“Yes, I’m sure that he would,” Ser Jorah quipped, “speaking of things past ... my wife, Lady Lynesse Hightower, has left her paramour and seeks to be reconciled to me. She is now in the camp, in fact. I have, I admit, used her carnally, but can you blame me? I am not prepared to wed her again, however, and have decided to treat her as a concubine and bastard-born at that, with the name of Lynesse Flowers.”“I cannot say that I am surprised. She seemed to regret leaving you, at least when I.