I have found this section of The Blackguard is highlighted often in a couple places. I thought I would share it with you and give you a glimpse of book 2. I hope you enjoy this brief glimpse as Alador learns more about his Lerdenian heritage.
“It has
been expected that you would come to live here, every year, for the last three
years. I made sure the room was readied every time I went to test you,” Henrick
answered, waiting against the desk as Alador dressed.
Alador was surprised by that admission. He remained silent,
pulling on a pair of boots. He had no idea that his father had been expecting
him to pass so eagerly. One of the walls had plenty of weapons to choose from,
so Alador picked a knife and sheath and secured them to his belt. That was
enough for now, and he felt better after arming himself at least partially. He
also saw his pack and kicked it with his boot. It was heavy, and the clink of
medure made him feel secure that he was not without slips. His bow lay on the
small rack above his pack, along with his quiver.
“How did you know I would pass?” Alador asked curiously as
he returned from the closet.
“You are my son.” Henrick shrugged. “I would expect no less
from someone of our bloodline.”
"Our
bloodline? Is it strong with magic?”
“You do not know? I always thought your mother would tell
you,” Henrick answered.
“No, she never said anything.”
