CHAPTER EIGHTEENA New Skill
“Don’t move in straight lines!” Limah bellowed, the skin pulling tight around his scar as he grimaced. Again he pitched me onto the ground and a jet of sand flew up. Rocks bit through my clothing and bruised my flesh. Every muscle and sinew ached for relief. I lay on my back with my arms outstretched, my borrowed sword gone wherever Limah’s skilled blade flicked it. I’d heard it hit something wooden and then silence. “Get up!” Limah’s boot nudged against my thigh and I opened my eyes to see his double-bladed weapon almost touching the end of my nose. “Again, Princessa!” he snarled.
I patted my stomach to indicate hunger and heard Sorrel’s growl in sympathy. Limah’s eyes narrowed into a forbidding line. “You eat when you’ve spent more than a few minutes on your
