The commander turned back to the fine fighting below. “You’re powerful enough.”
On the practice field, the battle mad warrior twisted, disarming one of his opponents with a shout. He kicked the fallen axe away, and turned his assault the remaining challenger, who fell within seconds.
Victory cries rose from the field and warriors beat their shields. The great warrior, prisoner no more, looked up where his commander and I stood, his red cloak and my white garb fluttering in the fierce wind.
“Lady,” the battlements rang with his cry. “A token.”
My heart fluttered as all the warriors turned to behold me, but my eyes were only for the greatest fighter of them all. I had nothing of my own to give. Tugging free my hair cloth, I let the wind take it from my hands to his, where he brought it t
