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"You want the throne," he said.

"What an enormous chutzpah you possess," I told him. "What makes you better than the rest of us, and more fit to rule?"

Now don't get the wrong idea. I'm damn good. It's just that he seemed better.

"Oh, damnable brother" he said, retreating. "Report has it Random accompanies thee."

Now don't get the wrong idea. I'm damn good. It's just that he seemed better.

"The fact that I was able to occupy the throne," he replied. "Try and take it."

And he lunged then and beat me back, and I felt suddenly that for all my work he was still my master. He was perhaps one of the greatest swordsmen I had ever faced. I suddenly had the feeling that I couldn't take him, and I parried like mad and retreated in the same fashion as he beat me back, step by step. We'd both had centuries under the greatest masters of the blade in business. The greatest alive, I knew, was brother Benedict, and he wasn't around to help, one way or the other. So I snatched things off the desk with my left hand and threw them at Eric. But he dodged everything and came on strong, and I circled to his left and all like that, but I couldn't draw the point of his blade from my left eye. And I was afraid. The man was magnificent. If I didn't hate him so, I would have applauded his performance.

I moved around the desk.

And his eyes were wide with amaze and his voice heavy with that which men call sarcasm, and I can't think of a better word, as he replied:

I moved around the desk.

Then there were some alarms and excursions in the hall outside. Eric's retainers were coming, and if he didn't kill me before they arrived, then I was confident that they'd do the job - probably with a bolt from a crossbow.

I nicked him and the blood flowed.

Now don't get the wrong idea. I'm damn good. It's just that he seemed better.

I tried a headcut, which he parried; and I parried his riposte to my heart and cut at his wrist.

I parried his attack, and he mine. Then I lunged, was parried, was attacked, and parried again myself.

I parried his attack, and he mine. Then I lunged, was parried, was attacked, and parried again myself.

"You want the throne," he said.

"Oh, damnable brother" he said, retreating. "Report has it Random accompanies thee."

"The fact that I was able to occupy the throne," he replied. "Try and take it."

And his eyes were wide with amaze and his voice heavy with that which men call sarcasm, and I can't think of a better word, as he replied:

"What an enormous chutzpah you possess," I told him. "What makes you better than the rest of us, and more fit to rule?"

I parried his attack, and he mine. Then I lunged, was parried, was attacked, and parried again myself.

"Pity," said I, "and how shall we put things aright?"

Then there were some alarms and excursions in the hall outside. Eric's retainers were coming, and if he didn't kill me before they arrived, then I was confident that they'd do the job - probably with a bolt from a crossbow.

He parried this and kicked a small stool between us. I set it aside, hopefully in the direction of his face, with my right toe, but it missed and he had at me again.

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