"Ettinsmoor? Is that what we're calling it now?" Imira asked.
"Better than 'the northern lands the Ettins inhabit' don't you think?" Peter asked in return.
"I suppose it's catchy," she agreed. "So what do we do now?"
Peter looked around the room...
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"Oh, we're in trouble," I say as soon as Edmund's team arrives.
"Why?" Peter and Darren asked at the same time, surprising each other.
"Because Edmund has Lord Peridan AND Lord Roy with him. Roy's as good a shot as Susan," I inform them. "Any advantage you possessed when she dropped off might as well be gone," I tell my cousin. "The only one better than Lord Roy, excluding Queen Susan of course, is Sir Fletcher. So unless you want to trade either of us," and at this moment I made a point to look directly at Danielle who, as far as I was concerned, has no helpful talents (unless she can somehow find a way to annoy our prey to death) "for him, King Edmund has the better archer,"
"No one is trading anybody," Darren said shaking his head at me. "King Peter, didn't you say yesterday that we hold the advantage over Queen Lucy?" he turns to my husband. I don't think I'll ever get used to that word. Husband. It makes me feel old.
"She always hesitates when it comes to killing animals, even for food," Peter replies.
"You see, there's nothing to worry about," Darren says carelessly. "This will be an even match,"
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