Chapter One Hundred and One.
Eliza’s head moved all around, taking in her surroundings. She stepped out on to the white slippery surface, slowly, carefully. She tested each area she was going to step onto with her foot, to ensure it was thick enough to take her weight. A moat of water surrounded the ice, three large ice boulders acting as stepping stones, periodically around the huge circle. Periodically the ice turned to water, where holes had been prepared for the snow bear, to mimic his usual habitat, and preferred hunting methods. I large iron grate containing one metal axe, the light from the open roof of the arena glistening on the head. Beside it was a spear, the thin arrowhead sharpened to a daggered point. At the opposite edge, beyond the water moat was a solitary dagger leaning
