Why can’t I get it right? I stared at the untouched stake resentfully.
I didn’t know why it was so hard for me. It was endlessly frustrating that it seemed I should be able to do this easily. I’d read enough to know precisely what to do.
How to hold my hands. How to move. What to think. But I always doubted myself just as I should be cutting through the stake. And I failed.
“Make them concentrate!” Warlord roared from his balcony.
Drawing my eye.
And I noticed motion on the balcony above him. The glint of the King’s crown and Hawk’s familiar face peering haughtily over the balcony down on us. His expression was stony. Unforgiving as he watched me.
What is he thinking? I tried to touch his thoughts now but found them locked. I was sealed out.
Oh, no. Something was mak
