Their opponents would be entering from the opposite door, and also seating themselves. The attendant stood by to await nods from all four Masters. When he had them, he pressed a lever on the screen and retired.
The fifteen-second red warning light went on, and Wendell just had time to glance at Terri with a quick smile.
She smiled back while chewing on the inside of her cheeks.
“Here we go,” said Richard, in a neutral tone.
The screen read: “Mount Badon.Ca. 490-503 A.D. Briton Dux Bellorum, Artorius.”
“Mount Badon,” Wendell whispered to himself, staring.
This hadn't been in his Apprentice training. It was a recent addition to the military annals. “Mount Badon?”
Richard was there, as always, but not without hesitation.
“Uh, Mount Badon. It was, um, a battle considered semi-legendary
