Chapter 15 The sticks felt wrong in Francis's hands. They were too light, poorly balanced, and one was five inches longer than the other. They’ll have to do for now. It’s all just another challenge. Something tells me I’m going to get a few repetitions on this moment. Francis watched the barbarians spread out around him. Hroden, Vornak, and Eirik formed a loose arc in front. Selka moved to his left, Helga to his right. Harald hung back, spear and shield ready but clearly meant to observe.A crowd was already forming. Warriors paused their training to watch, apparently drawn by the promise of a southerner getting beaten. Francis could hear their voices, some curious, others already placing bets.