Chapter 70

Benfred and Robett were smug, convinced their little scheme had worked. This was exactly what they wanted—Domeric humiliating himself in front of everyone, losing the title of “the finest swordsman in the North”…

Domeric slowly took up the longbow. His movements were lazy, unhurried—completely unlike his usual style.

“Hurry up,” Benfred urged, holding the winecup, eager to see Domeric embarrass himself onstage. “Everyone’s getting impatient!”