A hundred people is rather a large handful for the four of us to take on,” Malcolm pointed out. “Do you have any ideas about how we’re going to handle that task?””Simple,” Halt told him. “We’ll surround them.
Yes, I’m back,” he said, “And look who I ran into.”Horace grinned at him. “i hope you ran into him hard.””As hard as I could.
You’re dropping the bow hand as you release,” he called, although Halt certainly wasn’t.His mentor looked around, saw him, and replied pithily, “I believe your grandmother needs lessons in sucking eggs.
I said, names aren’t important,” he repeated. There was a silence between them for some seconds, then the Ranger said: “Do you know what is important?”Will shook his head.”Supper is important!
If you’re a ghost,” he said, “we mean you no disrespect. And if you’re not a ghost, tell me who you are-or you soon will be one
Will raised both eyebrows. ‘Well, you learn a new thing everyday,’ he said reflectively.’In your case, that’s no exaggeration,’ Halt said, completely straight-faced.
If everything is done for me… how will I ever learn?
Keep practicing,” he told her.”Until I get it right?” she said. But he corrected her.”No. Until you don’t get it wrong.
As the old Ranger adage went “If a person doesn’t expect to see someone, odds are he won’t.
Anyone can make a mistake…. It’s how they learn from it and recover from it that shows their true worth.
Sometimes, life threw up problems that even the wisest, most trusted mentor couldn’t solve for you. It was part of the pain of growing up.And having to stand by and watch was part of being a mentor.
You know, Gilan, sarcasm isn’t the lowest form of wit. It’s not even wit at all.
The sarcastic little know-it-all needs help, does he?
What is this Chocho business?’ Will muttered to himself. But his friends overheard the comment.’It’s a term of great respect,’ they chorused, and he glared at them.’Oh, shut up,’ he said.
What the devil is Chocho?’ Will whispered.Horace’s grin broadened. ‘You are. It’s what the men call you,’ he said. Then he added, ‘It’s a term of great respect.’Behind them, Halt nodded confirmation. ‘Great respect,’ he agreed.
Halt looked up at the trees above him.”Why does this boy ask so many questions?” he asked the trees.Naturally, they didn’t answer.
[Will]’d barely been asleep a few minutes when Halt’s voice woke him.’Will? Are you asleep?’…’I was,’ he said, a little indignantly. ‘I’m not now.”Good,’ Halt replied, a trifle smugly. ‘Serves you right.
Who are you, gaijin? What do you know about honor?”I’m called Chocho,’ Will said…’Chocho?’ Arisaka shouted, goaded beyond control. ‘Butterfly? Then die, Butterfly!
What about you three, where are you going?”Even before Halt answered, Will knew what he was going to say. But that didn’t make it any less terrifying or blood-chilling when the words were said.”We’re going after the Kalkara.
Anything happening,” she whispered.“Aside from you blundering about like a lost elephant?” he asked, in the same low tone.She nodded, accepting the rebuke. “Aside from that.
You’ve always said I should have an inquiring mind,” she said. “I have. But not an interrupting one.
No matter how thoroughly you plan, no matter how much you think you know, you’ve never thought of everything.