Laughter rippled down the line each time an arrow veered wildly off course and buried itself in the grass. Good-natured groans followed the more spectacular misses, especially when an arrow flew so crookedly that even the onlookers winced. Still, every small victory was met with enthusiastic applause.
When an arrow managed to strike anywhere on the wooden target, no matter how far from the center, the ladies clapped and cheered as if it were a remarkable feat.
Lord Heinrey had appointed himself the judge for the activity. He called out scores after each attempt, but the running tally was largely ignored. The participants were far more interested in taking their turn with bright, giddy smiles than in winning anything of actual value.
Circe watched the event unfold with a small, quiet smile. The relaxed atmosphere, the bursts of laughter, and the sight of so many people preoccupied with their own amusement made her feel lighter than she had all day.
