Tarkyn threw himself to the ground and rolled beneath the red streak of light, coming up fast, close to his attacker. Before the other sorcerer could change the direction of his shaft, he had surrounded himself in a translucent bronze shield. He stood within a foot of his opponent hands on hips giving what he hoped was an unnerving smile. As soon as he had recovered, he spun himself behind, his long black hair fanning out behind him then dropped his shield and threw a shaft of bronze power at his opponents back. Andoran ducked. Tarkyn's bronze beam shot over his head and slammed into a rickety spectator stand. A wooden upright gave way with a resounding crack. He watched in horror as, with ponderous grace, the makeshift stand sagged to one side. Dozens of panic stricken spectators scrambled over each other swarming onto arena of the harvest tournament desperate to get clear before the stand collapsed. Immediately royal guards surrounded the prince and his opponent to protect them from the rabble. From within the ring of guards, he glanced up at the strong, well-built grandstand where the nobility and the rest of the Royal Family sat, well out of reach of any stray tournament strength shafts of power. With a show of bravura, a scruffy young lad with more courage than wisdom vaulted back onto the stand and seated himself in the front row. On hearing no creaking, a prim lady poked her beau in the ribs to push him up the steps before her. Then she gathered her skirts and calmly followed him to sit beside the scruffy youth in the best seats the stand had to offer. Seeing that the stand still held firm, the rest of the crowd, first in dribs and drabs, then in a steady flow, remounted the structure to resume their seats. The woodfolk were stunned. They knew the prince was not happy about being trapped in the forest but it had never occurred to them that he, too might not relish the consequences of the oath. After a moment Waterstone sent Autumn Leaves a sharp glance. You see? I told you Tree Wind might have been too unkind. Small twigs and leaves kept landing on him and annoying him. He pulled his cloak up around his head and went back to sleep. Not long afterwards, he felt something scrabbling under him. He jerked in alarm and, without opening his eyes managed to feel around and drag out a cockroach that had made its way beneath his cloak. The red inside his eyelids told him it was daylight, so a short time later he gingerly opened his eyes a crack to see what effect this had on his head