“GOOD MORNING, THREE Dog Knights,” I said as I strolled into camp bright and early on the thirteenth day of competition.
“Pepper, good morning,” Butcher said, jumping up from a folding chair and offering it to me.
“Latte?” Bliss asked as I settled into Butcher’s chair. “I’ve been keeping it warm for you.”
“Thank you.” I accepted the offering with a sunny smile.
“I brought you the pastries you like,” Vandal said, hurrying over with a paper plate of the lemon turnovers I’d quickly grown addicted to.
“That’s very thoughtful of you.” Graciously I took a pastry and the proffered napkin, giving Vandal a smile in return. He beamed back at me.
“Day looks like it’ll be another nice one,” Bos said conversationally. “Perfect for jousting.”
I glanced up at the cloudless blue morning sky overhea
