Where There's A Whip, There's A Way
You gulp down air like a thirsty man gulps down water. Conrad thumps you on the back.
"Good job Young Master."
The two of you just ran two laps around the Covenant. Last year, you'd barely been able to complete half a lap. Really, it feels like your legs are about to fall off after three quarters of a lap. But over the past week, Conrad has insisted on two laps around.
You suspect that Master Coscrach is still upset. A few months ago you'd started helping him in his laboratory. He mostly had you cleaning things. Pouring liquids into glass jars and telling you to learn what this liquid was as opposed to this other one.
It hasn't gone well. You've mixed things up. Spilled things. Lost something called a focus, which you still aren't sure you did or know what it was.
Then last week you dropped one of those jars. It shattered and Coscrach had beaten you a bit more than was usual. He hadn't called you to the lab since then. And your morning runs with Conrad have gotten more intense.
While you are hunched over, catching your breath, Conrad goes to the well and pulls up a bucket of fresh water. He slogs it over to you and hands you the dipper from it. The water tastes particularly cold and crisp.
When he catches your eye, Conrad grins and nods his head over to one side. There, against the wall, is a small table. It's piled with weapons. Well. Wooden versions of them. Wooden swords. Maces. Spears.
"Master Cam says you are supposed to start weapons training today. I mean real training. Go over and try them out. Get a feel for them. The first thing we need to do is find the weapon that suits you best."