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he could do it. Calvin has been training his whole life.”
Tristan nodded and suddenly, with no warning, pulled Grace into a kiss. It only lasted a moment, but felt a good deal longer to Grace. Tristan pulled away and continued to lead Grace over to where Calvin was. She was as breathless and shocked as the first time he kissed her. Were these things normal in the court? The boys who stole kisses in Arganis did so after much hand-holding and blushing. It was never so quick or treated like it happened all the time. Tristan looked back to Grace and winked, and stopped her three more times before reaching Calvin to get a kiss.
However, once she saw Calvin she forgot about Tristan’s kisses and rushed at her cousin to throw her arms around him. He hugged back with his left arm. Grace pulled away and moved to hug Donald. It was a bit of his victory as well.
“ Grace, will you be joining us at the sword fighting ring? Calvin is to fight there in less than ten minutes.”
“ Would I miss seeing Calvin win again? Of course I will join you.” She turned to Tristan. “Will you join us?”
“ I am afraid not. I have my own jousting match soon.” He gave Grace a peck on the cheek. “But we shall see each other later.”
Grace blushed, knowing Calvin and Donald were staring intently. The boys she grew up with were not used to seeing Grace being fawned over by men. “I do believe our young Grace is becoming a woman,” Calvin said with a laugh, and then he and Donald started toward the sword fighting ring. Grace trailed them, scowling a bit; knowing they would never let up on the teasing.
~*~*~
Calvin was fighting against Tomas. The knight who Grace saw win the day before had advanced far, and proved to be a worthy opponent. Grace had no doubt of her cousin’s victory, though. The knights stepped into the ring and then it hit Grace: Calvin was not going to win this time.
He held his sword in his left hand. He was taught how to fight with both hands, but his right was dominant. It puzzled Grace why Calvin would switch sword hands now. She looked at his right arm and saw that it hung helplessly at his side. The fight began and Grace knew it was already lost for Calvin.
Calvin’s right arm became dead weight and he could not use it even to block. Grace looked away to spare herself from watching Calvin lose. The fight ended quickly and Calvin stormed from the ring. He was far enough ahead in the sword to stay within the tournament, but he would need to win his next match to stay in. His next match was scheduled in half an hour. Grace and Donald followed him closely all the way back to his chambers.
~*~*~
Calvin sat on his bed in his breeches and riding boots while Grace tended to his shoulder. There was little she could do. Cassandra was ready with a bowl of warm water and a rag for them.
“Benjamin’s lance hit a weak spot in my armor. I felt my shoulder shift, and now it’s useless.”
“ You need to go see the healer,” Donald said. His blue eyes were filled with concern as he looked at Calvin.
“ Your shoulder is not beyond repair, Calvin.” Grace helped Calvin off his bed. “If we have you tended now, you’ll be as good as new in a few days.”
“ I will have to withdraw from the next round of the sword. I am supposed to duel against Prince Drake in fifteen minutes. I will tell the herald I must forfeit, and then I will go to the healer.”
“ No, you see the healer first. Donald and I will go to the herald for you.” Grace looked at Cassandra. “Can you take him to the castle healer?”
“ Of course. Come on, Calvin. You will be good as new before you know it, and next year you will be able to win in the joust and the sword.” Cassandra helped Calvin to his feet and led him from the room; chattering happily about the glory he would gain the next year.
When Cassandra and Calvin left the chambers, Donald sighed. “I guess it’s best if we do this now.”
Grace looked at Donald and shook her
Tristan nodded and suddenly, with no warning, pulled Grace into a kiss. It only lasted a moment, but felt a good deal longer to Grace. Tristan pulled away and continued to lead Grace over to where Calvin was. She was as breathless and shocked as the first time he kissed her. Were these things normal in the court? The boys who stole kisses in Arganis did so after much hand-holding and blushing. It was never so quick or treated like it happened all the time. Tristan looked back to Grace and winked, and stopped her three more times before reaching Calvin to get a kiss.
However, once she saw Calvin she forgot about Tristan’s kisses and rushed at her cousin to throw her arms around him. He hugged back with his left arm. Grace pulled away and moved to hug Donald. It was a bit of his victory as well.
“ Grace, will you be joining us at the sword fighting ring? Calvin is to fight there in less than ten minutes.”
“ Would I miss seeing Calvin win again? Of course I will join you.” She turned to Tristan. “Will you join us?”
“ I am afraid not. I have my own jousting match soon.” He gave Grace a peck on the cheek. “But we shall see each other later.”
Grace blushed, knowing Calvin and Donald were staring intently. The boys she grew up with were not used to seeing Grace being fawned over by men. “I do believe our young Grace is becoming a woman,” Calvin said with a laugh, and then he and Donald started toward the sword fighting ring. Grace trailed them, scowling a bit; knowing they would never let up on the teasing.
~*~*~
Calvin was fighting against Tomas. The knight who Grace saw win the day before had advanced far, and proved to be a worthy opponent. Grace had no doubt of her cousin’s victory, though. The knights stepped into the ring and then it hit Grace: Calvin was not going to win this time.
He held his sword in his left hand. He was taught how to fight with both hands, but his right was dominant. It puzzled Grace why Calvin would switch sword hands now. She looked at his right arm and saw that it hung helplessly at his side. The fight began and Grace knew it was already lost for Calvin.
Calvin’s right arm became dead weight and he could not use it even to block. Grace looked away to spare herself from watching Calvin lose. The fight ended quickly and Calvin stormed from the ring. He was far enough ahead in the sword to stay within the tournament, but he would need to win his next match to stay in. His next match was scheduled in half an hour. Grace and Donald followed him closely all the way back to his chambers.
~*~*~
Calvin sat on his bed in his breeches and riding boots while Grace tended to his shoulder. There was little she could do. Cassandra was ready with a bowl of warm water and a rag for them.
“Benjamin’s lance hit a weak spot in my armor. I felt my shoulder shift, and now it’s useless.”
“ You need to go see the healer,” Donald said. His blue eyes were filled with concern as he looked at Calvin.
“ Your shoulder is not beyond repair, Calvin.” Grace helped Calvin off his bed. “If we have you tended now, you’ll be as good as new in a few days.”
“ I will have to withdraw from the next round of the sword. I am supposed to duel against Prince Drake in fifteen minutes. I will tell the herald I must forfeit, and then I will go to the healer.”
“ No, you see the healer first. Donald and I will go to the herald for you.” Grace looked at Cassandra. “Can you take him to the castle healer?”
“ Of course. Come on, Calvin. You will be good as new before you know it, and next year you will be able to win in the joust and the sword.” Cassandra helped Calvin to his feet and led him from the room; chattering happily about the glory he would gain the next year.
When Cassandra and Calvin left the chambers, Donald sighed. “I guess it’s best if we do this now.”
Grace looked at Donald and shook her
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