Chapter 16: The Wheels TurnMarcelo, the next day
Walking along, the cut-and-thrust sword with which he’d been training bounced at Marcelo’s side. It was smaller than Efren’s, but that did nothing to dim Marcelo’s pride. Of course the sword would be smaller just as his body was. During their discussion yesterday, Stevyn had mentioned that they played to each man’s strengths, and for Marcelo, that meant speed and agility rather than raw power.
Marcelo lifted his face as he and Efren approached the practice field. In the expansive, blue, almost cloudless sky stretching overhead, a single carrier pigeon soared toward the castle from the southwest, from the direction of Proye castle.
He didn’t know much about the political world. Yet. But he did know news sent via carrier pigeon usually mean
