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Chapter 6: Character Study - Coggle Diagram

- - - - Neal rode over to her. "Are you all right? You have the oddest look on your face."
        Kel shook her head. "I'm just embarrassed. I don't suppose you know how to make people vanish."
  - - - The fourth-year pages hit their target almost every time, but the younger the rider, the more likely it was that the sandbag would spin around and thump him as he rode by. At last it was the turn of the first-year pages. Kel grew more and more nervous, wiping sweaty palms on her sturdy practice clothes. She knew before he struck the target that Neal would miss the circle.
  - - - "Kel struggled to raise the lance". "It was quite happy to be lowered, and agonizingly hard to raise. "
  - - - "Even the nobles hardly ask us to do things for them," argued Neal hotly. "They know we're kept trotting."
        Kel ran to do as she was told, shaking her head. Trust Neal to extend the whole matter by debating about it.
  - - - Eda Bell was happy to show Kel exercises for the arms. The hardest involved lying flat on the ground, pushing the body up with both arms, lowering it partway, then pushing up again
  - - - "I hardly believe this is yours. Redo it, properly, with tonight's assignment."
  - - - "When Master Yayin, who taught reading and writing, requested her work, she stood and admitted that she didn't have it, as tradition demanded."
  - - - "I hardly believe this is yours. Redo it, properly, with tonight's assignment."
        She could have kissed him; she was so relieved. At least he did not want to humiliate her, even though she'd disappointed him. Since mathematics was her favorite class, she hated the idea that he might think her lazy."
  - - - Kel sat. She could hear snickers from the other pages, but she kept her face as smooth as stone.
  - - - Kel saw Neal open his mouth to reply, and swung Peachblossom into Neal's brown mare.
- - - - "What's wrong?" Neal asked as they stood in line for lunch. "You've been quiet all day, not that you ever chatter." He peered at her so worriedly that Kel had to smile.
      - Neal rode over to her. "Are you all right? You have the oddest look on your face."
  - - - "Leave her be, Cleon," said Neal sternly. "She's got enough to worry about without doing your errands."
  - - - The senior pages were always cautious when it came to Neal. First-year or not, he was older and taller than all of them, and once he lost his temper, he didn't seem to care if he got hurt.
  - - - "Excuse me, your lordship, but am I older or younger today?" Neal asked.
  - - - "She had to try a couple of the places Neal and Roald suggested, but was successful at last."
- - - - "Page Keladry," he announced with a broad grin, "my flower, my dove, I need more ink. Run along to stores and fetch me some."
  - - - "She made it to their first class just in time, handing Cleon his ink as she rushed to her seat."
- - - - "Aim for your opponent's chest with the lance pointed straight ahead, and by the time you've hit him, you cannot turn your horse aside," Lord Wyldon told them. "Strike his shield at the right point, and the power of your blow will either break the shield or drive him all the way out of the saddle - and you can still turn your mount away from the enemy. Do you understand now?" he asked Merric.
  - - - "One day I will tie that insolent tongue of yours in a knot," replied Wyldon absently as he watched Quinden settle his lance. "You may tilt with the first-years."
  - - - "Get your point up! Get it up!" cried Wyldon in a battlefield roar that cut through
        the thunder of Peachblossom's hooves. "Raise your point!""
  - - - "take it," Wyldon ordered kel with a sharp nod at the lance
- - - - Kel frowned at her friend and walked up to the plump teacher's desk. It took an effort of will to keep her hands flat at her sides, not twisting nervously together. "Is everything well?" Sir Myles wanted to know. "You look wan."
  - - - "If you need a friend, if you need someone to talk to, the servants can tell you
        where to find me.""
  - - - "And where did you learn this?" Myles inquired mildly. "From Sir Wyldon, that
        paragon of knightly virtue?""
- - - - By the time Kel reached Joren, only one of the twelve-foot-long weapons remained. Joren ignored her and mounted his horse.
- - - - He was no common stablehand, yet he didn't seem to mind teaching her. Once he'd put the new saddle on her gelding and fastened every strap, he removed it and told Kel to try. Peachblossom sighed and shifted on his feet, just as Kel did when she was tired of dress fittings.
  - - - "Peachblossom says you didn't want Daine changing him," Stefan remarked, eyes following Kel as she positioned the saddle.
        
        "Peachblossom says you didn't want Daine changing him," Stefan remarked, eyes following Kel as she positioned the saddle. "She wouldn't do it," wheezed Kel. The new gear was heavy. "But you didn't want her to," Stefan repeated. Kel shrugged. "It seemed bad. Like, I don't know, like taking his soul." "Not that buckle, the one next to it," Stefan told her a minute later, pointing. Red-faced, Kel released the strap in her fingers and picked up the right one. "He also says you promised not to rowel him."
  - - - The little man chuckled. "Don't fret about that," he replied. "Leave it to me. The one that did it, he won't abuse another mount. You have my word." He slapped Peachblossom on the rear, sending the gelding out of the stall.
- - - - "She had to try a couple of the places Neal and Roald suggested, but was successful at last. Eda Bell was happy to show Kel exercises for the arms. The hardest involved lying flat on the ground, pushing the body up with both arms, lowering it partway, then pushing up again. Kel managed only three of these exercises under the Wildcat's eye before her exhausted arms gave out. Eda promised her that if she kept exercising, she would do better soon. Feeling hopeful, Kel headed back to the pages' wing. "
  - - - Eda Bell was happy to show Kel exercises for the arms.