CHAPTER EIGHT In Defense of Cupids *SAFFY*FOR THE FIRST time all day, Saffy relaxed. To one side of the Fairy Ranger School was a velvety green lawn outlined in bluebells and dotted with snowdrops. At the far end stood a row of tiny archery targets.
Finally something she knew how to do. She stepped up to the line—carefully checking before she moved, so she didn’t step on any fairy house.
“Excuse me, where do I get a bow and arrow?” Saffy asked the clump of cupids already at the shooting line. Startled, they all flew up into the air, drifting slowly back down again. The cupids she’d chased out of the Seven Kingdoms hadn’t been this shy.
She tried again. “Can someone loan me a bow?”
One cupid looked at her, asked the cupid at his elbow something, and got an answer that must have decided
