The Bee Queen by K. T. Bowes

Author:K. T. Bowes [Bowes, K. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mentorship, sword fighting, exotic quests, steampunk action, steampunk princess, bee keeping, virtual reality book, best virtual reality, tales of destiny, beekeeping
Goodreads: 40244646
Publisher: Hakarimata Press
Published: 2018-05-29T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

A New Skill

“Don’t move in straight lines!” Limah bellowed, the skin pulling tight around his scar as he grimaced. Again he pitched me onto the ground and a jet of sand flew up. Rocks bit through my clothing and bruised my flesh. Every muscle and sinew ached for relief. I lay on my back with my arms outstretched, my borrowed sword gone wherever Limah’s skilled blade flicked it. I’d heard it hit something wooden and then silence. “Get up!” Limah’s boot nudged against my thigh and I opened my eyes to see his double-bladed weapon almost touching the end of my nose. “Again, Princessa!” he snarled.

I patted my stomach to indicate hunger and heard Sorrel’s growl in sympathy. Limah’s eyes narrowed into a forbidding line. “You eat when you’ve spent more than a few minutes on your feet!” he snapped.

I exhaled in the absence of a groan and Sorrel wrinkled his nose. Endless days of training had worn my nerves to frayed tufts of painful sensation. The food hall where we trained sent tantalising scents to haunt us as workers set out platters on the tables surrounding our makeshift battleground. Wood scraped against the floor as they began to drag the tables and benches back into place for meal time. Sorrel’s tiny hand appeared in my eye line and I used it to haul myself upright. “I’m loving this,” he declared with enthusiasm. The sword hilt twirled in his right hand and he used his left to grasp the end of the blade and flex it along its length. “Marvellous,” he breathed.

Limah ran his top teeth along his lip before wiping his forehead with his sleeve. Pushing his right foot forward, he hefted his blade in his left hand and beckoned Sorrel with crooked fingers. I used the distraction to rest my palms against my knees and catch my breath. I thought I’d seen sword fighting, but nothing in the sneaky poking and dramatic feints prepared me for Limah’s teaching. He would decimate the pretentious palace boys before they’d finished their regal bows.

Sweat dripped along the bridge of my nose and onto the sand, creating dark divots in the dusty surface. I wiped it away and stood, grimacing against the sensation of my heart pounding in my chest. Limah charged Sorrel, sword brandished in front of his torso as a barrier. The clash of metal filled the airwaves as the skinny child blocked the heavy blow. With one hand on the hilt and the other gripping the end of his sword, his body bowed under the energy of Limah’s attack and his tiny knees bent. “Stand up!” Limah bellowed. “Hit at the same time as me. Time it. Now! Now! Now! Your energy displaces the flat of my sword and allows you to push it aside.” The narrowest of movements sent the boy dodging to his right in obedience as Limah slid the sharp edge of his blade along the flat of Sorrel’s and jabbed at his face. I

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