As Elliot lay sprawled on his back, one arm over his aching eyes and the other lying across his stomach, one thought pierced the misery of his physical condition: it was not fair. The other boys never had to come in and cool down. They never said the sun hurt their eyes. It certainly never made them sick. He couldn’t remember a single time that any of them had fainted.
But he had. He’d been outside, helping the hired hands with their daily duties (for Papa said it was good for the master to know his servants’ lives firsthand). He was quite fond of some of the boys, but most of the older servants treated him like a spoiled child and not the heir to his father’s hold. He had quickly grown tired of their disproving stares and gone off to the training yard instead.
He should have known something was wrong wen halfway through his drills he began to feel dizzy, but Elliot was determined to finish. He would just suffer through– or, at least, that had been his plan.