To Serve the Light (Part 10)

“Catch.”

Wyn looked up from the thick tome she was trying to decipher, and caught what was thrown at her. She frowned down at it a moment. “A hammer, sir?”

“Yes.”

She held it up quizzically. It seemed to be an old wooden mallet. Not much more than a squarish wooden block attached to a stout wooden handle, it had obviously seen a lot of use in its day.

“An’ … and what am I supposed to be doing with it, sir?”

“You’ll be training with it, Stelhamor.”

Only training kept her from dropping the “weapon” to the ground. “Ye wan’ me ta train wi’ a bloody meat tenderizer?”

“You’ll train with what I say you train with, recruit,” Bernhardt reprimanded sternly. “Now, mind your language or you’ll be wielding a rusted old pot instead. Won’t that be a sight on the practice field, hm?”

Wyn glowered but held her tongue.

“Now, get your gear, and get to the cellar.”

“Cellar?”

“Yes, Stelhamor. The cellar. You’re not training with the others, remember? But there’s no use having your meager weapon skills atrophy. Retraining you would barely be worth the effort. Now move, before you find yourself holding a wooden spoon.”

Gripping the hammer tightly, she scuttled for the door.