Sara smiled and nodded. Kate shook her head. Then she could not argue as in secret her father taught her swordplay and knew a few tactics in hand to hand. She preferred to use her staff and magic in defense. It was up to her father and not her to Sara's education. "I will call you Trillen. Trill for short as it means one who has no name. Scythe dies as the life you had dies with it. Papa will be home soon and he will decide your duties and see to your profession. I can tell your getting tired.  Trill know that our customs do not permit ladies to use a sword or carry one in public. What is taught in the home no one outside need know. You may talk to Sara, do not give her details on the arena. Papa would not give his consent for you to. He does not discuss his life as a slave or on the battlefield with us. Know this, your safe. You may speak and ask for anything, no harm will come to you.<br/>Kate looks at her sister, "Sara, you may visit again later. Go do your homework and help Ann with supper."<br/><br/>Sara smiles and gets up, "I hope you feel better. Trillen is a good name Kate. Bye Trill. Thank you, I can't wait to show you the moves I know."