Chapter 38
If I’d thought riding made me stiff and sore, it was nothing to the rigors of weapons training. Sir Durum, after that initial selection, equipped both Neeve and me with wooden swords and started us on a strength and dexterity regimen. By dinnertime, I was scarcely able to bring my fork to my mouth without my arm trembling with exhaustion.
In addition to arm and wrist exercises, the weapons master had us dart and lunge, twist and roll. At the end of training each day, my scalp was scratchy with sawdust and my clothes sticky with sweat. It was not a pleasant combination.
Kian assisted, and sometimes demonstrated. I couldn’t help thinking, rather uncharitably, that he’d come up with this plan so that he could show off his skills. They were remarkable, I had to admit, though I tr
