“There is a simple test for that.” Urien gestured to Gladys who handed him a tiny knife. It looked like it was made of silver. “Do you think you could heal a small wound?”

Naerin pulled his sleeve back and showed Urien his unmarked wrist. “She healed my scar, Urien. There is no test needed.”

“Be that as it may I would still like to ascertain her skills.” Urien took the small sliver knife and sliced his palm almost nonchalantly. He didn’t even hiss ...