Can you believe it is the penultimate Six Sentence Sunday? I haven't really been participating for very long. I know there are many of us who will continue the tradition unofficially. And Skye Warren has a sign-up on her blog to gauge interest for continuing it on a less informal basis on a different site. Still, I will miss the original SSS.
On to this week's Six. I shall once again be employing my random scrolling method. We're in Chapter 18, at the tournament, just before the dagger throwing competition and the impetuous youngest member of the royal family, thirteen year old Gregory, has talked his way into being allowed to throw. He is not to participate in the competition but is allowed to exhibit his skills, however, he will have only two daggers instead of the three that competitors are allowed. His mother the queen is holding her breath.
The prince took his place and a hush fell over the crowd. He stared hard at the target, ignoring all else, and then lifted his first dagger from the nearby table. He tossed the instrument gently twice, testing its weight and feel. He grasped the dagger firmly by the blade, took a breath, and pitched it toward the target without hesitation. It found its home deep in the belly area of the dummy. The applause was great, but he had still one more dagger to throw.
Ah Gregory! He's such a character, no pun intended. He lucked out on this stunt. Any other time he might have gotten a royal punishment. Lucky he chose his sister's betrothal celebration and paid tribute to her betrothed with his request.
That's all from me for this week. See you on the other Six Sentence Sunday blogs.