Ladislas was turning it over in his hands, stroking the smooth wood.

“A longbow made of wych yew. Some see it as inferior to traditional yew, but wych yew makes a flatter, wider bow. Makes a better balance when you draw.”

Continuing in an instructive voice, he nocked an arrow. It had an obsidian arrow-point and black fletchings.

“These arrows are exceptional. A unique blend of three Elements: Wind, Wood, and Stone.”

With an easy, smooth draw, Brigit’s father brought his hand to his pointed ear and aimed the arrow’s tip at Logan. “The enchantment makes each arrow always strike true.”

“What about Guest Right?” Logan reminded him. Angry, he stood up, moving so the tip was a hands-breath from his heart.

“As humans say, better to ask for forgiveness. Your family can come to me for redress.”

The knuckles of the king’s fingers tightened.