Morning brought nothing new; they rowed back to the main channel of the river and soon floated downstream, southward bound again. The familiar honk of geese drew all eyes skyward. Rhaven reached for his bow but, after seeing how high they flew, put it down. As he placed it in the boat, Rahg released his arrow. It took the lead goose in the belly, dropping it. Rhaven looked to Rahg with a glint in his eye.
"That was the shot of an archer. I knew you had a good eye from watching you teach Camissa, but shooting at still targets and live ones are two different things. That's a shot only the best archers could make." Rhaven stared at Rahg. "Who taught you, your father?"
The blush on Rahg's face betrayed his excitement, and he stalled before answering, afraid he would stammer his words. "My fa
