After we got done without training, Lord Glade, Ishmael, and I returned to the Palace.
I was in a terrible mood. Training had gone horribly. I was severely limited in my attacks because of my rank advancement and as a result I had only killed six monsters. I nearly cracked Ishmael's skull when I saw his gloating smile after I announced my total number of kills.
Wisely, I got my anger under control as I showered and changed.
Then I went to see the Archivist.
I found him at work translating a book under an oversized desk lamp that shed gentle light.
I waited patiently for his attention. When he got to the end of his page, he looked up at me with a smile, which I returned.
"You said to stop by today, Sir, if I could." I prompted him.
