"She's no' fer ye."   Garen Baruch reading over letters   "Ah don' kno' why she won' listen tae me," - "Ah'm nae bein' lazy... ah'm tryin'!"    "Yer no' those things. Anehone who claims such deserves tae find themselves withou' eh tongue. Nae tutor shall enter this keep tha' would ever wrap yer knuckles, er call ye names. Ah cannae promise ets easeh.... Bu' Ah promise tha ye'll be respected."   Faint red marked her knuckles. Her face was wet with tea