The Last Grand Master (Champion of the Gods) by Gordon Andrew Q

Author:Gordon, Andrew Q. [Gordon, Andrew Q.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, pdf
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2013-01-30T16:00:00+00:00

THE Door opened onto the practice field, drawing the attention of Masters Thomas and Baylec.

“Nice entrance, boy. Next time don’t be late so you can arrive like everyone else,” Master Thomas said from across the field. “Oh, and congratulations on your pending nuptials. That lad of yours is a fine man. I’m happy for the both you.”

Farrell waved at the comments, pointing Kerstand to the bench area.

“That man has no respect for your position,” Kerstand said, still staring at Thomas. “No servant should yell at you like a common trainee.”

Farrell pulled his dress tunic over his head and shrugged. Grabbing the shirt he brought with him, he said, “Master Thomas has been with me since I was a boy. He and I have an agreement: I get to be prince everywhere else, but when I step foot in the practice area, he’s in charge. I take nothing he says during practice personally, no matter how bad he insults me.”

“You let your servants insult you?” Kerstand acted as if Farrell said snow was green. “If my weapons master insulted my brothers or me, he’d be lucky not to be executed.”

“Then your house must retain inferior weapons masters.” They both turned to find Master Baylec standing behind Farrell, smiling. “Allow me to express my joy at your pending union. I believe I’ve come to know you well since we’ve met, and I’m pleased for you both. Miceral is as lucky to have you as you are to have him.”

He clapped Farrell on the back, sending the half-dressed prince sprawling. The hand mark on his back made a bright red contrast to his pale skin. Baylec rushed over, only to be waved off by Farrell. The older man stood with his mouth open, carefully running his eyes over his student. “Lord Farrell, I’m truly sorry. Given how we train and your close relationship with Miceral, I forget you’re not a Muchari.”

Farrell noted Master Thomas looking his way, but he quickly smiled when Farrell gave him a small wave. Kerstand, however, appeared shocked, and even more so when Farrell laughed.

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to let Miceral know you wish us well. Let me finish dressing, and I’ll meet you on the far field.”

Baylec nodded and walked off as if nothing had happened.

“How can you let him get away with that? He was completely out of line.” Kerstand twisted, seeming more agitated when he met Farrell’s eyes. “You have his hand print on your back! The whole of Haven will know he touched you.”

Farrell laughed, yanking his leather vest over his head. “Baylec is a boyhood friend of Horgon, my soon-to-be father-in-law. He was also Miceral’s teacher and his friend. There’s no finer teacher in the Seven Kingdoms, maybe even the world. It would be a tremendous loss if I missed my chance to train under him over something so trivial.”

Kerstand didn’t look convinced as they finished dressing. Shaking his head, Farrell put his hands on his guest’s shoulders.

“Try to keep in mind this is Haven, not Honal.

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