"And yet at your age you're still whining about how no one will treat them as though they were," Yrael says, sighing. His tone takes on a frank and straightforward tone.

"You never knew the Wallmakers, Princeling. Your mother never knew them. Your father, neither, despite the duration of his time as a block of wood. The Wallmakers were just as much servants of the Charter as the Abhorsen's line, or the Royal family, or the Clayr in their glacier. Moreso, perhaps, as the Wallmakers' work delved most deeply in the Charter itself. You are the first to wear their sigil in many centuries, and will be remembered by history as such. So best straighten your spine and give future Wallmakers something to be proud of, Wallmaker Sameth."