“For honor, Father,” Kal said. “Who tells stories about surgeons, for the Heralds’ sake!” “The children of the men and women whose lives we save,” Lirin said evenly, meeting Kal’s gaze. “That’s who tell stories of surgeons.” Kal blushed and shrank back, then finally returned to his scrubbing. “There are two kinds of people in this world, son,” his father said sternly. “Those who save lives. And those who take lives.”
