“Wisdom can be learned, my prince.” He held his left hand, such as it was, up to the light. “And hands? Can you teach those?” “You may lack a hand, but the gods have given you rarer gifts.” He snorted. “My fine singing voice, you mean?” “Why not? And a quick mind, and empathy, and strength. Only the kind of strength that makes a great minister, rather than a great king. You have been touched by Father Peace, Yarvi. Always remember: strong men are many, wise men are few.”
