Pete listened to the headmaster's kind and caring speech about living or dying. Always nice to know where one stood in the game of life. Course he had not wanted to come. He had to take care of his brother and he doubted that they would take care of the boy. They had not been to kind before but who knew. Pete walked in behind the rest of the group and looked at the weapons. One of them stood out. It was the only one he would take of course. It was a soldier's longbow and a quiver of arrow not unlike the one he had back home. It had been his father's so Pete chose one similar and went back with the group.