Chapter Four
Dell sat with his back resting against a felled tree and bent one knee. The chill of the ground permeated his clothing, but it didn’t bother him as he focused on the piece of soft wood in his hands. He didn’t know what it was to be yet, but that wasn’t unusual. He never looked too far ahead of himself. His hands knew what to do. They’d create while his mind was elsewhere.
He gripped the knife between his thumb and forefinger as he dug in.
Etta and Helena stood facing each other. Etta held two long staves in her hands. She tossed one to Helena.
Helena snatched it out of the air.
Etta nodded in approval. “I’ve seen you out here with your knives, Helena. You have good hand-eye coordination.”
Knives? What was the Belaen queen talking about? Len was about as unthreatening as
