She would get through, though. The darts kept falling, and Erin found herself standing there, trying to understand it. It took her a minute to understand the rhythm of it, the pattern. Getting through without hitting any of the remaining wires would take timing and balance, and doing it without the darts striking her would take speed.

Its a test, Erin told herself, trying to calm herself. Just a test.

She leapt through the opening, placing her feet with the speed of a dancer as she sped forward. Erin felt something brush by her shoulder, but she kept going, determined now, and knowing that to stop was to die. She flung herself through and rolled, coming up on the far side of the gate with her spear in her hand.

A man was waiting there, armored and carrying a longsword. He was white-haired, with a beard that came down almost to his waist, braided and tied back.

I am Commander Harr, of the Knights of the Spur, he said. And you are Princess Erin, the one who wants to fight for us, be one of us.

You know who I am? Erin asked, surprised.

A second figure stepped up beside the commander. Erin recognized the knight who had been at the bridge. Irritation flashed in Erin. There was a second entrance; of course there was. Shed rushed in the front way, but of course there would be another way.

Why are you here, girl? the commander asked.

I want to join you, Erin said.

Are you sure? he asked. The third test is deadly. The knights only take the best.

I can handle it.

Your father would not be pleased if you were hurt, he said. I should turn you back.

They say that the knights will test anyone who wants to join, Erin shot back. Regardless of who they are.

That much is true, the commander said. It still does not make what you are doing wise. I will not go easy on you because of who you are.

I wouldnt expect it, Erin replied. Why would she want them to go easy? She wanted to prove herself.

I didnt go easy on your brother Rodry when he joined our number, the commander said. I think stories of it put off your other brothers.

Erin suspected that it had more to do with who her brothers were. Vars wouldnt risk his hide in an even contest like that, and Greave had no love of violence.

Im not my brothers, Erin assured him.

Youve passed two tests. He drew his blade. I am the third.

Im to fight you? Erin asked.

If you still wish to join our ranks. There is still time to walk away, to go home. Our life is not for everyone. Perhaps you should

Im ready, Erin repeated.