Hector was at the training ground before him.
This had happened three times in two years. Each time it had meant something specific — not about the training, about whatever was going to be said while the training happened.
Lysander came through the gate. Picked up the sword.
They ran the sequence together.
Not the same sequence — Hector ran his own version, the advanced form, the one Lysander had not been shown yet. He ran it beside Hector's advanced form and tried to understand the difference by watching while moving.
Six repetitions. Then six more.
After the twelfth, Hector lowered his sword.
He said: "The records room."
"Yes."
"You and Ampelos."
"Yes."
Hector was quiet.
"Rethon," he said.
"Yes."
Hector nodded once. He picked up his sword again and ran the advanced sequence. Lysander watched the footwork — the specific transfer of weight at the second position that he had not understood before.
