THE KITCHEN TABLE AND floor were covered in sawdust and sprinkled with small nails. Jordan stood proudly next to it, displaying his creations. Missy held up her candle with one hand and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the other. “It’s almost midnight, Jordan,” she moaned. “Couldn’t this wait until morning?”
“Oh come on, Missy!” His smile vanished. “Just give me a chance. I worked really hard on this and even used some magic.”
Ahmity’s face lit up. “Magic, you say?” He stepped into the kitchen and gazed at the items on the table. He looked at Jordan and asked, “Can you enlighten us?”
Jordan snatched up a longbow and a quiver full of arrows. “I found this old longbow and restrung it with a fiber from Knot. . .”
“Knot?” Ahmity interrupted.
Jordan smiled. “That’s what I call my rope.
