For two weeks the knight did just as he promised. Henry made time for his regular duties and spent every other waking minute training.
He thought that he had finally become a half-decent swordsman with his left arm when Commander Lothian told him it was time to ease back into using his right.
"Are you expecting me to lose one of my arms?" Henry had asked the commander.
The commander gave an unhumorous laugh and shook his head, thereupon making Henry his new sparring partner since Sir Alix was absent.
"You're going to need both arms when I'm in a bad mood," the commander responded.
And the bad moods were coming more and more often.
