Aislyn was skeptical but stepped back inside. She walked over to the shared wall and pounded on it.

Difyr burst into the room. "What's the matter?"

"I need to speak with Lord Thornblade. My son has lost his mind and thinks he should join up to be a knight," Aislyn replied in a rush of words.

Difyr blinked. "What?"

Aislyn sighed. "Wulfsen is the only one who can stop Lek from doing something foolish. He has taken a notion to being a night. Lek can't fight. He'll only get himself killed, and I'll lose my son."

"They'll teach me how to fight Mama!" Lek said.

"You're not a fighter at heart, sweetheart. You don't have the instincts. There could be battles before you are ready. I can't lose another child," Aislyn wailed. "I can't."

Lek scowled. "I'm not a child anymore, I'm not going to get killed."

"That statement right there proves my point. You will be cocky and reckless."

Difyr could tell Aislyn was getting worked up, which was really bad. When she was worked up yesterday she stabbed a man to death. "Why don't you sit down and I'll bring you some tea... Then I'll go find Wulfsen."

"I would rather you get Wulfsen first," Aislyn said stubbornly, pacing back and forth.

"The tea is already made." Difyr said.

Aislyn glared. "Wulfsen first."

Difyr sighed, she was hoping to delay until someone brought up breakfast so there would be someone to watch her patients. "Fine."

"Thank you, Difyr. I'll be right here by the door waiting," Aislyn said.

Difyr hoped it would not take long to find Wulfsen and wished that Aalyssa was back.

Wulfsen came into the room. He was hoping that Aislyn would calm down and be able to go free, but it sounded like she was still worked up.

"Oh, thank goodness. Lord Thornblade, I humbly request your assistance. Please tell my son he cannot become a knight. I can't bear the thought of losing another child."

Wulfsen's shoulders sagged. "IT would be years before he could become a knight or see battle."

"He is already cocky with the idea. I worry he'll become reckless the moment he learns any fighting at all and try to take someone on. Lord Thornblade, I know you don't know my son well. But, Lek, he's not a fighter."

"He'd be taught discipline right off." Wulfsen said, wishing he was with Sileas.

"What if he is injured during training?" Aislyn asked worriedly.

"Injuries from training are usually minor." Wulfsen said.

Aislyn was not deterred. "Please, tell him he's not qualified. That he's starting too late. Something. Anything."

Difyr came in with the tea.

"Sit down." She told Aislyn.