CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The last round of the first day.
Peter and Sarah stand out at the perimeter line.
The breeze gives relief from yet another hot afternoon.
Sarah’s corset clings to her wet skin.
Peter wipes the itching sweat from the nape of his neck before it soaks into the edge of his short stiff doublet collar. His hair shines from the small amount of sweat in it.
Nodin walks out onto the Field. “Good afternoon! This round of enchato casters will be the fourth and final round, thus ending the first day of the Enchatos Week.” He lets the crowd clap and cheer for a short moment before silencing them. “Let the casting commence!” He puts out his hands to the participants as the bell chimes.
The participants enter The Field with another set of namuh counters. Yet, this time, half hav
