The third round of the grand tournament was about to begin, and for the first time since its commencement, Nathan would not be among the combatants.
This did not trouble him in the slightest. He had already carved his name into the whispers of the crowd and into the wary glances of nobles and rulers alike. Whether he fought or not, his presence carried weight. Today, he would observe instead, from the lofty vantage of the VIP balcony alongside Caesar and the rest of the gathered dignitaries.
When Nathan arrived, he found most of them already seated in their gilded rows, murmuring among themselves with the polished courtesy of wolves clothed in silks. Yet one face made him pause at the threshold, his steps slowing almost imperceptibly.
Seated next to Caesar was a woman of striking poise, her blond hair gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the high arches.
Johanna. The famed teacher of the Amun-Ra Class of Heroes.
