“One day I’ll be a soldier,” Ganoes said. The man grunted. “Only if you fail at all else, son. Taking up the sword is the last act of desperate men. Mark my words and find yourself a more worthy dream.” Ganoes scowled. “You’re not like the other soldiers I’ve talked to. You sound more like my father.” “But I’m not your father,” the man growled. “The world,” Ganoes said, “doesn’t need another wine merchant.” The commander’s eyes narrowed, gauging. He opened his mouth to make the obvious reply, then shut it again. Ganoes Paran looked back down at the burning quarter, pleased with himself. Even a
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