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Chapter 1063: The Game Began!

Neverwinter held its first National Sports Meeting on Victory Day.

Roland had stripped the proceedings down to their essentials — no opening ceremony, no commentary — and it hadn’t mattered at all. The city organized itself around the event without being asked. By early morning, people were already staking positions along Kingdom Main Street: stools, felt cushions, whole families settling in. Peddlers moved through the crowd behind baskets of snacks and drinks, calling their wares. The smell of roasted chestnuts drifted past the heads of ten thousand people.

The finish line was at the midpoint of Kingdom Main Street. Roland had set the start time at two in the afternoon, thinking the spectators would need the morning to make their way there. He had been wrong. By noon the section nearest the stand was already packed, and the crowd was still growing.

As king, he wasn’t required to sit among them. The Ministry of Construction had built a viewing platform the day before — around a hundred seats, reserved for Neverwinter’s senior officials, with First Army soldiers stationed at intervals below.

“Your Majesty, here is the roster of the 1,462 participants.” Scroll approached with a thick stack of papers. “Registration time was short, so the categorization is only preliminary. If I’d had two more days—”

“It’s fine.” Roland waved off the apology. “We’re holding this to raise morale before the expedition. Any delay would cost more than it saves.”

He glanced through the pages. Whatever Scroll called preliminary, it was thorough enough: every participant’s address, background, and basic history, organized cleanly. He doubted anyone else could have assembled it in the time available.

Familiar names surfaced. Yorko — his old acquaintance. Ring, Lucia’s younger sister. The three alchemists from the former capital’s workshop. He was quietly pleased to see them in the list, even knowing none of them had a realistic chance against the trained runners. They had understood what he meant with the phrase he’d put in the announcement: the most important thing is to participate.

The names at the top of the first page were different. Ferlin Eltek. Carter Lannis.

“Do you think the champion will be Morning Light or my Chief Knight?” he asked Scroll.

She smoothed back her hair and smiled without answering.

“Your Majesty, it’s nearly time,” Barov called from the seat below.

“Let’s begin.” Roland set down the roster and reached for the telephone.


Guelz wore his desert fighting robe and was loosening his shoulders before the start. He asked Rohan: “Do you know how the Great Chief plans to get both groups running at the same time? The two starting lines face opposite directions — everyone running toward the center. In a holy duel, fairness is everything. Any unfairness damages the judge’s honor.”

Who knows, and it doesn’t matter, Rohan thought, and said instead, with some embarrassment: “Father… could you take the headband off? And the fur around your waist…”

He had not anticipated what a single magic movie could do to a man.

They had paid a considerable sum to watch The Wolf Princess, and since then his father had been changed. He spoke of Lorgar’s beauty repeatedly and reproached himself in equal measure — for years of asking her to conceal her wolf ears and tail, for the cowardice that had dressed itself up as fatherly concern. The film had apparently crystallized something he’d been carrying guiltily for a long time.

Rohan understood the feeling. What he struggled with was the execution.

Guelz had stitched a pair of toy wolf ears onto a headband and was wearing it over his tattoos. A strip of fur dangled from his waist as a makeshift tail. He was the chief of the Wildflame clan.

If anyone from Port of Clearwater sees this and it gets back to the clan, Rohan thought, how do you look the other chiefs in the eye?

“This is my compensation to her,” Guelz said, catching his expression. “Don’t ask me again. The courage she showed in that film put me to shame. I taught her — stick to your chosen road and let no one’s judgment move you. And then I spent years violating my own teaching.” He straightened the headband with care. “The best answer to criticism is to confront it directly. If enough people see this look and accept it, they’ll stop thinking of Lorgar as a monster.”

Rohan opened his mouth. He closed it.

“I heard you doubt the fairness of this match.” A voice came from behind them. “You’re not from here, are you? You’ve no idea what His Majesty is capable of. He invented something called a telephone — it sends messages instantly over any distance. And did you notice those cylinders up there?”

Rohan followed the man’s pointing finger. Two large black tubes jutted from poles above the crowd.

“That’s a loudspeaker. Amplifies sound by dozens of times. There’s another one near the starting line in Longsong District — both connected to His Majesty’s telephone. He can give the signal to every runner at once, on both sides of the city, simultaneously.”

Ah!” Guelz clapped his hands. “A fair duel after all. Then I’ll compete in earnest.” He grinned at the man. “And tell me, friend — aren’t you cold? It’s only just past winter.”

The man laughed. “By the way, uncle — that headband with the wolf ears—”

Here it comes. Rohan braced himself. His father would bristle, or worse, swing. Either outcome would make a bad impression in the Great Chief’s city.

“You’re cosplaying the Wolf Princess, aren’t you?” the man said, eyes bright. “That’s a great look. Where did you buy it?”

What.

Rohan could not have been more stunned if the man had offered to run the race barefoot.

“Hahaha — this outfit—” Guelz began.

A sharp electronic whine tore out of the loudspeakers above them. The crowd went still.

“Good afternoon, everybody… sizz… I’m Roland Wimbledon.”

The noise of ten thousand people collapsed into nothing.

“I’m sure you know the rules. I just want to say — the result is not the most important thing. You came here to challenge yourselves. As long as you give your best, you’re your own hero, whether you reach the end or not. Don’t obstruct your opponents, don’t resort to tricks. Focus on your own race, and win any prize you earn by your own strength.”

“I’ll be waiting at the finish line. I wish you all well.”

“Now — get ready.”

“Set. Go!”

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