One of the older children from the crowd outside keeps following the company wherever they go. This child of eleven years is named Haleth, and he dreams of being a warrior.

“Have you a squire, sir? I could be your squire. I’d polish your armour and keep your sword sharp. My father is the captain of the Master’s guards, and he’s gone away South, but when he comes back I’m sure he’ll tell you how brave I am.”