“The difference is that games have prizes.” Her interest kindles. “Oh? What would I win?” “Besides the knowledge that it can be done?” He hums softly, as if considering. “If you can last till Lent, I’ll show you how to lay claim to any place, and make it yours.” Her mouth twitches. At least it is a worthy prize. “And if I lose?” “Then you learn nothing,” he says coolly. “But you do not strike me as the losing type.”
