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Chapter 1069: In the Name of the Aerial Knight

Inside Neverwinter’s pilot training school, the voices of the instructor never stopped.

“Hurry up! Keep your balance!”

“Your legs are shakier than a newborn’s!”

“Stay straight — watch where you’re heading!

“Where are you going? Should I line up braziers to keep you on the plank?”

“Not there, not on the footbridge — fall off it and you’re licking the boards clean yourself!”

Next!

Good!

Good flinched at his own name. He drew a breath, sat down in the spinning chair, and found himself looking up at Eagle Face.

The instructor had a face like weathered flint — narrow, severe, the expression of a man who had decided long ago that disappointment was simply the ambient temperature of the world. It was rumored he had commanded the garrison in the Northern Region before returning to Neverwinter, that he had taken the internal military assessment and passed into the reserve Aerial Knights, that he had subsequently volunteered his vacations to train new recruits. A man strict with others and stricter still with himself.

Good could not hold eye contact with him for more than three seconds.

His friends Finkin and Hinds crowded close on either side, wearing the faces of mourners at a wake.

The chair began to spin.

This was the session every trainee dreaded. The footbridge — five meters long, as wide as a palm — stood in front of the chair, and the task was to cross it steadily after thirty seconds of rotation. Upon release from the chair, the world was a smear of shifting color and the floor seemed to tilt in every direction at once. Eagle Face trained ten at a time; the trainee with the worst result got punished — washroom cleaning, yard weeding, or, on Eagle Face’s particular days, an entire weekend in the spinning chair as a lesson in commitment.

Good had experienced the last once. He had been sick at dinner.

He was not going to experience it again.

“Stop!”

The chair halted. Good pushed himself upright and stepped to the footbridge.

“Move! Don’t dawdle!”

He raised his head. He had found something in the past ten days — not grace exactly, but a workaround. If he watched his feet, he fell. The trick was to look ahead and let his body remember the motion of walking without consulting his eyes. He had practiced it until it felt like a kind of controlled faith: trust that the planks are there.

His foot touched solid ground on the other side.

The crowd behind him broke apart.

“He didn’t miss a step—”

“Is he the first one?”

“Has anyone else done it?”

He turned around. Eagle Face’s face had not rearranged itself into warmth, but there was something at the edge of it — a fractional easing, a reluctant acknowledgment. “Well done. You aren’t entirely hopeless.”

He paused.

“However.” The tone reset. “You are the only person in this group to pass. Which means this is the worst cohort to have come through these doors. Princess Tilly said Aerial Knights should be one in a million. If you’d rather spend your life as an errand boy, continue as you are. Five-minute rest. Then we go again — same order as last time.”

The room produced a sound somewhere between a groan and a surrender.

“Hey.” Finkin sidled over, eyes bright. “How did you do that?”

“Walk like you normally walk, when you’re not dizzy.”

How?” Hinds joined them. “You’re saying live the lie in your head?”

The three of them had come through the initial assessment together, been placed in the same training group, and by the second week were treating each other like brothers — which meant Finkin and Hinds felt entitled to ask questions and Good felt entitled to be unhelpful about the answers.

“Just try what I said. We need a pass, not a perfect score.” Good tapped the top of Hinds’ head. “This method probably won’t work for anyone too clever. So it should work for you two.”

Get over yourself,” Finkin said, irritated. “You succeeded once. Stop making it a philosophy.”

“I’ll do it five more times if you like. Bet on it. If I cross the bridge five times without falling, you do my laundry this week.”

“Including—”

“Yes, including.”

“Um…”

“Hey,” Hinds cut in. “Are we actually going to become Aerial Knights? That’s what I keep thinking about.”

The question collapsed the other argument instantly.

It was the question no one had found an answer to. The training — footbridge walking, the rotating wheel, wind direction lectures — looked more like circus preparation than military instruction. Princess Tilly was supposed to have taught them herself; instead she had trained senior First Army officers who had then trained the recruits. Nobody had explained why. The promised aircraft had not been seen. They had a bag of books, one of which was apparently titled Aircraft Operation Manual, but none of them could read well enough yet to know what it said.

“Who knows?” Finkin said, after a pause. “At least the food is good. Meat every day, double portions on weekends.”

“I think Her Highness wouldn’t lie to us,” Good said, more slowly. “She made us a promise in front of everyone. And there’s that manual — once we can read it, maybe it explains what all of this is leading toward.”

“You’re remarkably optimistic,” Finkin said.

“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have survived the trip here.”

Line up!” Eagle Face’s voice cut across the room. “Same order as last time. We begin again!”

Collective sounds of resignation.

Then the training room door opened.

A uniformed man entered, leaned close to Eagle Face’s ear, and spoke. Eagle Face listened, nodded, and turned to survey the room. His eyes moved from face to face with the slow deliberateness of a man deciding something.

“Good news. The rest of today’s training is cancelled.”

Finkin and Hinds exhaled.

“Not here, though.”

The exhale stopped.

Good had already seen it — the smile that had crossed Eagle Face’s face. Not warmth. Something more precise: the particular satisfaction of a man who is about to reveal that all the complaining was premature.

“I know what you say about these sessions when I’m not listening. I didn’t explain because I judged your skulls insufficiently thick to hold the explanation.” He paused. “Today, you’re going to see what an Aerial Knight actually means. With your own eyes.”

Nobody spoke.

“Follow me.” He looked them over one last time. “And do not wet yourselves when you see it.”

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