Chapter 16Lyle bounced on the balls of his feet, suppressing a yawn at the same time as he waited for Warner to being down the shields and wards to the stairs and door at the bottom. He was bouncing because the previous night had been, without a doubt, the best one of his life. The yawn was because he barely gotten any sleep, not that he cared. If I died today, I’d still die happy.
“You look cheerful. Tired, but cheerful. You had a good night I take it.”
Lyle grinned at his father as they entered the workroom. “More than good. It was great.” He wondered why a frown darkened Warner’s expression momentarily before he smiled. Probably because he expected me to be in top shape for today’s lessons.
“Good. That means you should be ready to do a little dancing.”
“Huh?”
Warner produced a knif
