Down below the spectators in the Glass Citadel - and all of the people of the Faey Kingdom - saw the progress of the third trial. The candidates had shown their strengths while some had failed the other's expectations.
Lady Mhyrra wasn't happy with the way the stage was set, as the thunder clouds and that magic beanstalk weren't exactly her idea. She turned her head towards one of the oldest Faey Courts and the wrinkly fellow smiled wryly at her.
"Roman, the beanstalk was a cheat! How could you slip it without saying anything?" she whispered towards the wrinkly Faey Court who was just about a third of her height.
She had to kneel down to get herself into his level and ask why the hell he had included a storm and the bean. The ancient Faey Court only pat her on the head and said, "Just for the heck of it."
