The Known - Part 7

She studied Vol, and lazily, Vol returned her gaze to her. He did so in the contemptuous manner that a bear might look at a squirrel. "Perhaps a contest?" The Lady suggested.

"Ww-wait!" Penelope said. Even with her head swimming, she knew that would be a bad idea. "That's not a good train of thought, Lady Tiller. Vol is a wonderful warrior, and man… But he goes too far at times. If you try and make a contest with him, he'll ruin whatever man you put him against. It wouldn't be fair."

"I didn't mean a contest with weapons, Lady Farseer. I meant something more simple, and modest. Perhaps a wrestle with the arms?" Lady Tiller suggested. "Ser Fieldcarer? Would you be up for such a contest?"