Dalibor laughed, a loud, rough-edged sound that shook his whole body, and his smile filled his entire face-he was not a man who did anything part way, Raffé suspected. "You are not the only Prince to come with no martial knowledge, Princeling, do not fret upon it. We are about to test just how much work will be needed to develop your skills-and to see if you have any more surprises for us." His grin widened. "How many stones make up the walls of this yard?"
"Two thousand twenty," Raffé said, scowling when Dalibor laughed again. He sensed his hyper-counting ability was going to be a frequent source of amusement.
He struggled to hold his ground as Dalibor prowled toward him, levity falling away as he bared his fangs and his eyes glowed brighter than ever. The air around them suddenly seeme
