“And that brings us to your next lesson: stance. Your feet are too close together. The space between them should match the width of your shoulders. Good,” he said, when she adjusted. “Now slide your left foot slightly forward.” She shifted. He cracked her on the shin. Pain shot up the length of her leg. “You had best learn left from right in a hurry, woman,” he told her. “Elsewise, your shins are going to be black and blue forever. “That’s better,” he said, when she had conformed to his specifications. “Now bend your knees. Make sure both legs are bearing an equal amount of weight. No, that’s not right, Your back leg is doing too much work.” She shifted, but he was not satisfied. “You’re still favouring the left leg. Is that the one that was broken?” She nodded. Pawl said, “Too bad,” an

