Chapter 22
Battle of the Champions
Outside Finkle’s tree house, it was late morning as the sun had nearly reached its zenith. Knygel had awaited the expected arrival of his champion, and he paced nervously back and forth while Tuppence chewed his fingernails in frustration.
"She delays her arrival, Your Majesty," Tuppence nervously presumed. "She might not show at all."
"She is not the only one who is delayed," scowled Knygel as he peered down the road to Wakefield. "Soldier, ride up the road to the top of the ridge and see if the Captain is anywhere in sight," Knygel ordered.
The guardsman did as he was commanded, but after several minutes rode back and reported, "Nay, Your Highness, not a soul as far as the eye can see."
"Then we shall have to ride to Wakefield and see what is keep
