““You’re to report to him at sunset tomorrow. For your first lesson.” Celaena bit back her sigh of relief, and gave the Master a genuine grin. He returned a hint of a smile. She bowed deeply, and couldn’t stop smiling as she and Ansel left the hall and headed to the stables. She had three and a half weeks left—that would be more than enough time to get that letter. Whatever he had seen in her face, whatever she had said … somehow, she’d proven herself to him at last.””
