saving what Iâm told is the best for last. So I can retire full champion from the field.â
âCocky. I like it.â Blair spoke as she moved through the rain and the mud. âWeapon details moving along,â she added. âWeâve kicked production up a notch.â She tipped back her head. âLet me tell you, this rain feels great after a couple hours with an anvil and forge. So, whatâs the score here?â
âMoiraâs taken all comers with sword and hand-to-hand. Sheâs challenged Ceara here to a bout before we finish up with bows.â
âGood enough. I can take a group to the targets while you finish up here.â
There was immediate and vocal protest from the women who were eager to watch the last match.
âBlood-thirsty.â Blair nodded approval. âI like that, too. All right, ladies, give them room. Whoâs your money on?â she murmured to Glenna as the two women squared off.
âMoiraâs hot, and motivated. Sheâs just plowed through the field today. Iâd have to put my money on her.â
âIâll take Ceara. Sheâs tricky, and sheâs not afraid to take a hit. See,â she added when Ceara went sprawling facedown in the mud, and sprang up again to charge.
She feinted, pivoting at the last minute, then swept up a foot to catch Moira mid-body. The queen shot back from the hit, managed to catch her balance and duck the next blow. She came up hard, flipped Ceara over her shoulder. But when she spun around, Ceara wasnât flat on her back, but had pumped off her own hands, and striking out with her feet, kicked Moira into the mud.
Moira was up quickly, and with a light in her eyes. âWell now, your reputation hasnât been exaggerated, I see.â
âIâm after the prize.â Ceara crouched, circled. âBe warned.â
âCome get it then.â
âGood fight,â Blair commented as fists and feet and bodies flew. âCeara, keep your elbows up!â
Glenna jabbed Blair with her own. âNo coaching from the peanut gallery.â But she was smiling, not just because it was a good, strong fight, but because the rest of the women were shouting and calling out advice.
Theyâd made themselves a unit.
Moira fell back, scissored out her legs and swept Cearaâs from under her. But when she rolled up again to pin her opponent, Ceara thrust up and flipped Moira over her head.
There were several sounds of sympathy as Moira landed with a bone-rattling thud. Before she could shove up again, Ceara was straddling her, an elbow to Moiraâs throat, and a fist to her heart.
âYouâre staked.â
âDamn me, I am. Get off me, godsâ pity, youâre crushing my lungs.â
She sucked in breath as she struggled to push her still vibrating body into a sitting position. Ceara simply dropped down to sit in the mud beside her, and the two of them panted and eyed each other.
âYouâre a great bitch in battle,â Moira said at length.
âThe same to you, with all respect, my lady. Iâve bruises on top of my bruises now, and knots on top of those.â
Moira swiped some of the mud from her face with her forearm. âI wasnât fresh.â
âThatâs true, but I could take you fresh as well.â
âI think youâre right. You won the prize, Ceara, and won it fair. Iâm proud to have been bested by you.â
She offered her hand, and after shaking it, raised it high. âHereâs the champion of the hand-to-hand.â
There were cheers, and in the way of women, hugs. But when Ceara offered a hand to help Moira to her feet, Moira waved her off. âIâm just going to sit here another minute, catch my breath. Go on, get your bow. And with that you nor any will best me.â
âIt couldnât be done if we had a thousand years. Your Majesty?â
âAye? Oh God, I wonât sit easy for a
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