“Will his memory be permanently impaired? Did I cause this by my presence in the household?” Syn began to pace across the room in agitation.
“Calm yourself, Pa Syn. Zaron and I have known for quite some time that Nafer was out of control. We did not discipline him as good sires should. We made allowances for his and our grief. Now we must rein him in and give thought to what he overhears. I have to double, mayhap even triple the shields on this room and make sure to put them up each and every time we speak of sensitive issues.”
“Bron is right, Pa Chette, it is no fault of yours, the fault lies squarely on our shoulders. I put a block on Nafer’s memory. Since the block covers such a short period of time, he won’t even realize he is missing this memory. When he is of age, I will remove it.
