A new student wears no iron or silver. She ignores instructions to do so. She seems bold as brass, limping around at night with not a single defense or care in the world. But the Gentry do not take advantage of this; instead they actually steer clear of her, as if she were wearing more iron than they could stand to see. When someone finally gathers the courage to ask her about it, she laughs. "I have arthritis," she says, smiling. "I've had four joints replaced."