Chapter 33
There was never enough time.
The days, the months flew by. Between devotions and studies and chores and training Bradamante barely had a moment to wonder at this rapid progression of days. If she could live without sleep, she often thought, she could squeeze in so much more. There was always more to learn, and her mind hungered for it. Manat had been right once again: time passes easily when the heart and mind are engaged.
“Time to wake up,” Manat greeted her one morning. She roused Bradamante from a deep slumber.
Bradamante squinted through the darkness at her teacher, perched on the edge of the bed.
“Wash your face,” Manat said. “Rinse your mouth. Time to wake up.”
Bradamante groaned. “Why? It’s so early.”
“It’s also your birthday. Don’t you think you should enjoy as mu
