“Then we will fight in the shade.” “Brave man,” I murmured. “A sky so full of arrows, they fought in the shade,” said Hawkes. Pierce made some approving sound. It was a noble response for King Leonidas to make, and I was inspired, considering everything with Cousin Archibald, and Maxwell’s burial, missing my parents down to the very bones, and the blank verse of my future—all arrows filling the sky to a tremendous amount. Yet here I was, determined to fight in the shade. I felt lifted.
