Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

But then again, I had to say-girls like me were quite popular with young gentlemen.

At Meadow Ridge, many a lad had taken a fancy to me. Those boys just growing their first bit of stubble would shyly pass me love letters, one after another. I never read a single one and tore them all up right in front of them.

At the time, I hadn't yet sorted through the logic behind my old vow. In my heart, those two words-never marry-still loomed large.

So, yes, I knew I was being cruel when I ripped up their letters in front of them. But I was sorry-not for the act, but for what it meant.

As a girl who had sworn never to fall in love, I had to be ruthless. I couldn't let them hold onto even a sliver of hope. Better they shed a few tears now than fall too deep and suffer heartbreak later.

Even when they pouted and claimed the letter was for Cari and not for me, I remained unmoved.

Ha! Not even men yet, and already they were learning the tricks of playing hard to get.

At Meadow Ridge, my best companions were naturally Cari, Bun, Thia, and Rod. Oh, and for a time, Thia's senior joined us in our games. But he later left the mountain to travel the land and help the weak. Thia said he was nursing a broken heart.

Those youthful days were simple, with no strange troubles, only joy in the wild hills and the aches from martial arts training.

who was Cari's fifth senior in the guild, very well. After she and I made peace and became friends,

now, I had to say that he rather put on airs. While the rest of us spoke only of martial arts-swordplay, footwork,

person who could recite poetry with a fan in hand and look the part-Kyle. Gentle, learned,

imitating him, and not very

went down the mountain and brought us back all sorts of oddities. He would also go to the theatre and return to tell us the stories. Tales of strange happenings, amusing events-we loved hearing them

a time when I was especially fond of stories about spirits and strange creatures. As luck would have it, that was just the sort of

parts, he would

at those moments that I grew terribly tense, clutching his arm out of fear, even though I still wanted to hear more. That mix of dread and delight was

mentor, Sage

apprentice of the Pathfinders Guild, he was always wandering off to improper places. Also, with that

Conrad must have thought me terribly ignorant to judge him so. If Isaac's face was sly-looking, then there weren't many decent-looking

Isaac visited improper places... Honestly, I didn't see what was so bad about them. Yes, they were pleasure houses. But Isaac was just listening to music, watching plays, and playing some card games there; it wasn't like he was

After all, given how stingy

had been visiting those places

apprentices from Meadow Ridgonet

He even said Isaac had thrown money about like a lord, which could only mean he had