Use of Weapons

She looked at the trousered stumps with a frankness he had only known before from children. "It was a tank, wasn't it?"

"Yes," he said, taking up the clippers again. "Tried to trip it up on the way to Balzeit City; didn't work." He leant over, took a cutting and placed it in the basket. He made a note of which plant he'd taken it from, and attached it to the twig. "Excuse me…" He moved the wheelchair along a little, and the woman got out of his way as he took another cutting.

She stepped round in front of him again. "Story I heard said you were dragging one of your comrades out of its —»

"Yes," he interrupted. "Yes, that's the story. Of course I didn't know then the price of charity is developing extremely strong arm muscles."

"You get your medal yet?" She squatted down on her haunches, putting one of her hands on a wheel of his chair. He looked at the hand, then at her face, but she just gri

He opened his quilted jacket, showed the uniform tunic underneath, with all its ribbons. "Yes, I got my medal." He ignored her hand, pushed the chair along again.

The woman rose, squatted down again, beside him. "Impressive display for one so young. Surprised you weren't promoted faster; is it true you didn't show the right attitude to your superiors? That why —»

He threw the clippers down in the basket, wheeled the chair round to face her. "Yeah, lady," he sneered. "I said the wrong things, my family were never very well-co

He whirled the chair around, moved off a few metres, and took a couple of cuttings, tearing at two plants almost at random. He heard the woman on the path behind him, and put his hands on the wheels, pushing himself away.

She stopped him. Her hand held the back of the wheelchair and she was stronger than she looked. His arms strained against the wheels; the rubber buzzed against the stone path, wheels turning but not propelling him anywhere. He relaxed, looked up at the sky. She came round in front of him, squatted down again.

He sighed. "What exactly do you want, lady?"

"You, Mr Escoerea." The woman smiled her beautiful smile. She nodded at the stumps. "By the way; the deal with the medals and the shoes; fair enough." She shrugged. "Except you can keep the medals." She reached into the basket, took out the clippers and stuck them into the earth under the plants, then put her hands, clasped, on the front of the seat. "Now, Mr Escoerea," Sma said, shivering. "How would you like a proper job?"

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