“It’s our prize,” said Atalanta, tossing it up and catching it like a ball. “We place it in the middle of the courtyard, and both teams start at opposite ends. The first team to carry it back to their side wins.”
“Sounds fun,” said Andrew.
Atalanta walked a few paces, studying the hedge lines, judging the distance. When she was satisfied she was at the heart of the courtyard, she dropped the head and signaled Michael to follow her to one side. When both teams were in their places, knees braced and ready to sp...
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