The young man glared at her and then uttered an unflattering epithet in Legaultan at her as he started up the pillars himself. Was this the one they called Bowman?
Everyone who passed the Gauntlet earned a badge, but the one who came in first always won the champion’s badge and a hefty bag of gold. Others received lesser prizes. The money was intended to help a champion pay the costs of becoming a knight of the realm. This competitor was clearly willing to cheat to get the money and the fame. Trynne’s fingers burned and her arm muscles strained to hold herself up, but she had practiced for so long in the training yard that she knew what her body could do. She began rocking her hips and then pulled, swinging herself onto the top of the wall.
From that vantage point, she saw another competitor coming down the poles as she had while two more were trying to swim across the moat. Then from her position, she saw that the pillars were of varying heights. She could have jumped from one to the other across the maze, and a final leap would have brought her to the top of the wall.
So each challenge had a difficult way and an easier way to pass it. The bloodied man below swore under his breath and began shimmying up the pillars too. Trynne swung over the edge, lowered herself until she hung from the other side, and then dropped and fetched her staff. Lamps had been hung on iron poles lighting the path to an enormous hedge maze. As she ran toward it, she felt it waiting to swallow her up in darkness.
As Trynne entered the hedge maze, formed by a wooden trellis covered in thick jasmine vines, she heard rustling from the foliage. It was, she realized, the perfect hiding place for guardsmen. Suddenly a pole jabbed at her head from one of the clusters of leaves and Trynne ducked to avoid it, then raced ahead toward a crook in the maze. She had no idea which way to go, but somewhere ahead of her, she heard grunts, followed by a bark of pain.
Was it Fallon? After the way he’d treated her earlier that day, she wanted to win just to spite him.
A whisper of leaves was the only warning before someone thrust a pole at her chest. Trynne parried it with her staff, but she realized that the longer she kept still, the more guards would strike at her. She breathed hard, feeling the fatigue Myrddin had warned her about. Her magic was dwindling, and if she used it all up, she’d be comatose. She wouldn’t pass the Gauntlet.
Then another idea struck her. The trellises for the star jasmine vines were made of wood. She ran the length of maze on her right, and when she got to the end, she swung up the staff across the trellises on either side of the maze and pulled herself up. From this position, she could see a burning pit fire along the far wall of the maze, marking the exit.
A staff lunged from the foliage and struck her ribs. She’d been too slow to dodge it. Grunting with pain, she dropped down, fetched her staff, and hurried off in the direction she had seen the fire. The maze turned her around a few times, but she kept moving, listening to the sound of rustling and whispers from beyond the wall. In the daylight, the hedge maze would have been much easier to navigate. The darkness and shadows made it difficult to find offshoot corridors. But Trynne was persistent and pulled herself up several times to spy her way. She was getting closer to the end when she heard the noise of people entering the maze behind her. It sounded like the five others were coming in at the same time.
As she drew nearer to the glow of the pit fire, she saw more details amidst the green leaves of the vines of the maze.
Then she heard a series of thumps, followed by grunts of pain. With a twinge, she recognized Fallon’s voice.
“You craven gunnnghh!” It sounded as if his words had been broken off by a blow.
“I thought it was you,” Prince Elwis muttered darkly. “What magic is it that disguises your face, Llewellyn? Hold him fast!”
The voices were coming from Trynne’s right, but when she hurried to reach them, she found herself at a dead end. She’d gone the wrong way. She was about to turn around and walk away when she heard the voices coming from behind her.
“A ring, is it? Where did you get this?”
Trynne felt the stream of Fountain magic, which she’d sensed throughout the competition, suddenly vanish.
“Pizzle in the Deep Fathoms,” Fallon cursed at him. There was the noise of fist punching stomach and another groan.
“I’ll take it as a keepsake. You thought you could trick us, Llewellyn? Well, you won’t be getting past the hedge maze. At least not tonight.”
“When I get out of this,” Fallon wheezed in warning.
“You’ll do what? Weep to your mum?” His voice took on a childish taunt. “Life is so unfair. ‘I have a scrape, Mum. Will you kiss it?’ You pampered nobles disgust me.”