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Chapter 3Their instructors had drilled into the knight-candidates’ very cores that daily practice was essential to keep one’s skills sharp and ready. Yerna had no reason to doubt their wisdom. She’d only missed a couple of days with the trip to the capital and the process of settling in, but she knew it was past time to get back on a schedule. When Haz sent for her the second morning after she arrived, she jumped at the chance. Obercinque Rhonegeld had already insured she got to see the armory, the practice arena, and the stables. She’d even begun to learn her way around the initially confusing maze that was the south wing of the Draconian Grand Palace. The two lower floors of the actual wing belonged to Prince Hazwell’s guard and the third level was his personal residence, off limits unl