"Controlling of others is not within the realm of the sorcery of the White Knighthood," explained Forchun.  "We use magic to protect and heal.  If you recall your history, that is one of the many points of contention between our orders, why your Black Knights now cower in secretive isolation in the mountains to invisibly rule by tyranny.  We want our people to be free to do as they please as long as they do not harm others.  Yes, we do have some Black Knights as prisoners, but not because they are Black Knights.  They are in prison for committing crimes against the people of our kingdom.  At least they are alive - I cannot say the same about White Knights captured by your order - the stories of torture and murder are rampant, even among your own people.  The honor and valor of the White Knights are beyond reproach.  Meanwhile, you exemplify your order's arrogance, preferring to sulk instead of serve."<br/><br/>Forchun put the soup down on the nightstand and gathered his belongings.  "It is obvious you would rather be alone and without my help.  So be it."  He snapped his fingers, and the excruciating pain returned to her arm.  The wounds reopened, and the bleeding returned.