"A good memory?" he asked, then fell quiet for a long moment.

"Once, when I was a boy, I had a teacher. His name was Cort. He had a hawk as a pet and friend. One time I was being lazy and Cort set the hawk on me. I had yet to earn my guns so I was defenseless. The hawk's talons cut into my scalp and his wings beat my face. I looked quite the fool trying to fight off a bird," he chuckled, quite amused by the tale. "He called it off and told me I should remember the face of my father. I have never forgotten since."