Chapter 39
For the next two years, Bradamante felt free.
Free of distraction, free of confusion, free of the burden of turning away from something that pulled at her so insistently.
She fell in love with training again. She worked harder than she ever had—sparring with the other warriors, teaching the other girls, training with Manat whenever and wherever she could. She rode Egalite every day, reveling in the motion of the powerful animal beneath her. She even bowed to the discipline of meditation, sitting in her chamber every morning, praying for the images that would help her understand her mission, her future, her life.
She barely thought of him. And when she did, she brushed aside the longing as though it were a fly buzzing around her ears.
She was whole, strong, focused once agai
