Why?

The last four shooters competed against each other. With their short, curved bows, they shot the arrows accurately into the straw discs more than seventy paces away. And every time an arrow hit the black, only fist-sized center, the audience cheered enthusiastically. The winner of this competition was also a man from the closest ranks of the king, which was no wonder, because Katthike was always careful to only surround himself with the best warriors of his country, whom he used to select for himself with a sure and trained eye .

Kanaima yawned at the award ceremony. He really didn't care for archers. He definitely preferred the direct fight in the face of the enemy! He glanced up at the palace towers, but nothing moved there. Setna stayed away.

With the oppressive feeling of having failed, he endured the next exhibition fights. He just couldn't take pleasure in the festivities any more, even if his sister on the other side tried again and again to cheer him up by clic