A Lesson
'Now that you are standing facing one another, press your palms to your opponent's.'
The youngsters do it, chuckling softly and teasing each other. Boromir watches from aside as his brother stands opposite a sturdy lad, perhaps two years his senior.
The instruction continues. 'Your task is to make your opponent step off the spot he is standing on.'
This is not a fair match, Boromir thinks, shaking his head slightly. Faramir will lose this one…
And then, just as everyone presses forward, puffing, young Faramir suddenly withdraws his hands, only to reach out again to steady his bewildered adversary.