Teaching OneEar

Patience is the secret. The young ones come and ask me to teach them. They want the rush, the blood, the thrill. They don't want to hear about patience. OneEar no more than the others.

He came to me all puppy eager.

"Teach me to kill, OldOne," he said. "I want to taste blood."

I cuffed him and turned away, but he wouldn't give up. Where ever I went, OneEar was there, begging me to teach him. I was tempted to change his name to NoEar,. But, if ...