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| The Choosing ceremony had, of course, been a topic of intense discussion at the last Guildmaster’s meeting. ‘I don’t see what the problem is,’ Miryum, the coercer guilden had said. ‘If we send him to be fostered in the Lowlands, he actually has the chance to live life as a normal Landperson. Isn’t that something we have all wanted for ourselves once?’ ‘He has parents,’ Roland said sharply. ‘It’s not a matter of getting rid of the boy. Our priority is to imbue him with a sense of belonging, not alienate him. Granted, we would prefer to discontinue his gene pool in the long term, but removing him from his family now would be disastrous for his mental health.’ ‘But it dinna make sense for him to choose a guild, if he can nowt make a contribution to it,’ said Ceirwan, the farseeker guilden. ‘And why couldn’t he make a contribution, to whatever guild he chooses?’ said Rushton, the Master of Obernewtyn. He had not spoken til this moment, and the others shifted uncomfortably, suddenly reminded of the nature of his Talent. ‘He is able-bodied, kind hearted, and has a sharp mind,’ he continued, and the last was said with a touch of defiance. ‘Let him choose whatever guild he will.’ And while there was some muttering, no one said anything aloud. |
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