CHAPTER TWENTY
Kate loved her training, whether it was the strange exercises of sneaking through the camp or the time spent learning tactics. But working with a sword was what she loved most of all. The problem was that after what had happened with the sword master, almost none of the soldiers there wanted to train with her, even with a practice blade.
Lord Cranston was different, and even though he didn’t have the sheer strength and speed Kate had gotten from the fountain, he made up for it in all the tricks learned in a lifetime of fighting. Kate would find herself reeling back as he kicked dirt up in her face, or dodging away from thrown weapons, or caught by surprise as he pretended injury.
Kate learned only a few more of the subtleties of swordplay from the commander, but Lord Cran
