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rated extraordinary recklessness and general poor judgment when placed in mand of a squad。
〃Congratulations；〃 said Ryld。
〃Perhaps if you'd known I would rise to such an eminence； you wouldn't have taken such delight in smashing my knuckles and beating my shoulder to pulp。〃
〃I didn't do it for sport。 It was to teach you to close the outside line and to stand up straight。 I tried simply telling you to make the adjustments； but you didn't heed me。
〃Now；〃 Ryld continued； 〃I've explained I have no intention of tattling to the matrons about anything I might happen to learn in this place。 Is my word good enough for you？ If so； we should have no quarrel。〃
〃That's what you say。〃
〃Lad—excuse me 。 。 。 Weapons Master； pause； breathe； and reflect。 I sense you're feeling angry over your aches and bruises。 Perhaps you want to take it out on someone； but I'm not the person who administered the beating。〃
Tathlyn stood silent for an instant； then he said； 〃No； you're not； and I suppose all the punishment during training was for my own good。 No hard feelings； Weapons Master。 Enjoy your match。〃
He started to turn away； then whirled back around。 The point of the red long sword streaked at Ryld's neck。
Before the four panions had even reached the sava table； Ryld had inconspicuously centered his weight and planted his feet in a manner that would allow him to get out of his chair quickly。 He simultaneously sprang up and brushed the blade aside with a sweep of his arm； but he didn't strike it at quite the proper angle。 The wicked edge of the red sword drew a little blood。
Ryld realized that this was his first real fight in the better part of a year。 He'd intended to go out with one of the panies patrolling Bauthwaf； slaughter himself a few of the predators that were always wandering in from the caverns farther out； but somehow he had never bestirred himself to do it。
That was no problem。 He had no fear that he was rusty。 It was just that； looking back； he was surprised at his lack of motivation。
All these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant and without slowing his reactions in the slightest。
Tathlyn jumped back out of reach； but one of his panions was lunging at Ryld。 It looked like they all intended to fight； which probably meant they were all the weapons master's kin and subordinates。 Otherwise； one or more of them might have stayed out of the quarrel。
Ryld twitched himself out of the way of his attacker's wild head cut； drew his leafbladed short sword； and thrust。 The onrushing Godeep's momentum； Ryld's strength and skill； and the magical keenness of his point served to bury the weapon deep in the crook of his assailant's fighting arm。 Though not his favored weapon； the short sword—enchanted to wound even incorporeal spirits—was a fine blade。 Blood started from the puncture； and； staggering； the Godeep dropped his falchion。 It would actually have been easier to kill the dolt than merely incapacitate him； but Ryld was on a secret mission； and outright homicide was far more likely to attract attention than a simple tavern brawl。
Tathlyn and his other two friends saw their chance and rushed in。 Ryld knew that he didn't have time to pull the embedded short sword out of his victim's flesh。 If he tried； his other enemies would have him。 He cloaked the wounded Godeep in a ragged bulb of darkness and shoved him at the others。
Ryld couldn't see through the obscuring field any more than his adversaries could； but； peering around the edges of it； he saw the wounded Godeep reel into his fellows and stagger them； startle them； too； with the sudden； unexpected impediment to their sight。 That gave the weapons master the time he needed to whirl； take in the obstructive clutter of furniture and gawking sava players before him； and leap up onto the table where his own game sat waiting。 His racing feet annihilated the snare he'd so cunningly laid for the merchant； hurling the pieces rattling across the board and onto the floor。
He jumped down on the other side； grabbed Splitter； and spun back around to face his enemies。 In one smooth blur of motion； he yanked this most trusted of all his weapons from its scabbard and came on guard。 Despite its hugeness； the great sword was so perfectly balanced that it felt as light as a dagger in his grasp。
He noticed that the nonbatants in the taproom had begun shouting encouragement and insults at the fighters。 A couple quickthinking gamblers were giving odds。
Ryld's three remaining adversaries manhandled their shadowshrouded kinsman out of their way and stalked forward； manifestly hoping to pin the fencing teacher against the wall。 The one on the left hung back a bit； none too eager； but he didn't look as if he'd actually turn and run unless Tathlyn told him to； or else he saw the weapons master himself go down under Splitter's razor edge。
Ryld had no intention of letting himself be trapped。 He moved away from the wall the same way he'd moved up to it； springing onto the table and charging across。
When he reached the far edge； he discovered a rapier poised to skewer him in the vitals when he plunged off。 The Godeep on the other end of the blade—the bolder of Tathlyn's two kinsmen—was quick； and he'd conceived a pretty good tactic。 Ryld's impetus was such that he probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself from hurtling right onto the Godeep's point。
But he could whirl Splitter through a sweeping lowline parry。 The great sword clanked into the other male's lighter blade and snapped the last six inches off。
Ryld jumped down almost on top of the rapier fighter； so close it would require a moment to bring Splitter's blade to bear； a moment that the other Godeeps might turn to good advantage。 Instead； the weapons master bashed the great sword's heavy steel ball of a pommel into the center of the rapierwielder's forehead。 The impact thudded； and the male fell backward。
Something clacked hard but harmlessly against Ryld's breastplate。 He glanced down and saw that one of the spectators； someone who'd bet on his opponents； perhaps； had shot a hand crossbow at him—but the weapons master didn't have time to look for the culprit。 He had to pivot to fend off his fellow swordsmen。
Predictably； Tathlyn was in the lead。 Ryld cut at the weapons master's head； and his erstwhile student instantly backpedaled； retreating just far enough to avoid the stroke。 He'd learned good footwork somewhere along the way； better than Ryld remembered。
Slipping in and out of the distance； Tathlyn feinted and invited； putting on a show。 Meanwhile； the other Godeep； the wary one； circled； trying to get behind Ryld。
The weapons master allowed the boy to creep part way round to his flank； then he sprang at Tathlyn and cut wildly； seemingly offbalance and over mitted to the attack。
The other Godeep had Ryld's back； at a moment when the teacher looked entirely incapable of turning and defending。 Reluctant or not； the boy couldn't pass up such an opportunity。 He charged。
Ryld whirled； bringing Splitter around in a sweeping horizontal stroke。 The greatsword with its superior length struck one step before the Godeep would have initiated his own attack。 Thanks to Ryld's deftness； the huge； preternaturally sharp blade merely gashed the boy's wrist instead of lopping off his hand。 The petty noble dropped his broadsword； then had the bad judgment to reach for his dagger。 The weapons master slashed his leg； tumbling him to the floor。
Ryld knew that by spinning to attack the one Godeep； he had given his back to Tathlyn； who was surely driving in to kill him。 The teacher whirled back around。 Sure enough； Tathlyn had rushed into the distance and was cutting at his head。 Ryld parried with Splitter's edge； hoping to snap the Godeep weapons master's long sword as he had the rapier。 The crimson blade struck the great sword on the forte； just above the parrying hook； rang； and rebounded； still in one piece。 It was made of good metal； Ryld thought； well fed； with strengthening enchantments woven in。
But its virtues alone couldn't save its master。 Ryld feinted low to draw the red sword down； then cut high。 Splitter sliced Tathlyn's brow； and blood poured into the Godeep weapons master's eyes。 He reeled backward。
Ryld could tell that none of his adversaries had any fight left in them。 He turned once more； surveying the room。 Whoever had shot him； the fellow had prudently put his hand crossbow away。
〃Nicely done；〃 said Pharaun； lounging； goblet in hand； by the bar。
〃How long have you been there？〃 Ryld replied； walking to retrieve his short sword。 Its victim had pulled it free and left it on the floor。 〃You could have helped me。〃
〃I was too busy wagering on you。〃 The wizard held out his purse； and grumbling losers dropped coins into it。 〃I knew you wouldn't need help against a couple drunks。〃
Ryld grunted； wiped his weapons on a handy bar rag； and asked； 〃Do you want that red sword？ It's a good weapon。 Maybe a Godeep family heirloom。〃
Pharaun grinned。 〃Which would mean they acquired it when； last tenday？ No； thank you anyway； but what would a spell caster do with it？ Besides； I wouldn't want the weight to stretch and chafe my clothes。〃
〃Suit yourself。〃
The Master of Sorcere sauntered up to Ryld； then spoke far more softly。 〃Are you about rea