Eli hadn’t moved from where he stood when he let the arrow fly, and his foot was well behind the foul line. He considered the queen for a moment before looking at Kit.
“Whatever do you mean, Mother? Clearly his foot is behind the line, and he hasn’t taken a step.”
“He has. He’s scooted back quickly. I’m afraid that shot doesn’t count, and he is disqualified.”
Kit caught Eli’s eyes and saw that he didn’t seem too concerned about the matter. She took in a deep breath and said, “Fine. Let’s compromise. That shot doesn’t count, but the Representative from Eastbury may have another shot.”
