Chapter 19: SupremacyIlyan, Maca of Ishner, eyed Jarvis, Maca of Ayran, speculatively. “Ye canna beat Daniel if he tis angry.”
Thirteen years had passed since the defeat of the Sisterhood. The Houses of Thalia were prosperous again and the old customs reigned. Males were once again winning in the arena.
The younger members of House were gathered in the changing room before their battle in the dining arena. Jarvis, a block of hardened muscle, was just as brutal in appearance at twenty-eight as when he was fifteen. All were there except Daniel, Lad of Don, who was finishing his meal. Since he and Jarvis would fight last, he had seen no reason to hurry.
“Ye are wrong. I have beaten him in the arena. Why should I anger my friend?”
Ilyan laughed a tinkling, mocking sound, and shook her blac
