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I finally found him in a small room off the audience chamber, looking over reports and making staff assignments. He greeted me warmly when I walked in.
“I trust you are satisfied with young Horace, Lord?” he said.
“Quite satisfied,” I said. “He seems able and enthusiastic. I have no complaints.”
“I am happy to hear it.” He smiled, and I thought the news genuinely pleased him.
“Do you know where my father is?”
“Prince Dworkin has gone to inspect troops with Lord Locke and Lord Davin. They should return before di
“Ah.” I couldn’t expect Dworkin to neglect his duties and wait for me, I supposed. Still, I’d hoped he would still be here.
“What of the tailors?” I said. “I’m afraid I missed all the appointments.”
He consulted a set of papers on the desk before him. “I believe… yes, they are with Lady Blaise now,” he said. “She is selecting fabrics for new officers’ uniforms. That should take most of the afternoon. Will tomorrow morning be soon enough for you to see them?”
“Yes.” I could always borrow more of Mattus’s wardrobe, as needed.
“Very good, my Lord.” He dipped a quill pen in ink and made a note of it. His handwriting, I noticed, was thin and ornate.
I continued, “Is there a workout yard in the castle?”
“Of course, Lord Oberon. Master Berushk will be at your service.” He motioned to a page of perhaps nine or ten years, who wore castle livery and stood attentively by the door. “Show Lord Oberon to the workout yard,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” the page said.
The boy led me outside to the front courtyard, with its broad flagstones, and then we passed through a small rose garden. The gate on the far side opened onto an enclosed courtyard perhaps fifty feet square. This had to be the place, I thought, looking at the practice dummies, racks of swords and other weapons. It even had a pivoting drill machine with wooden arms and swords.
Two men, stripped to the waist, now fought there with swords and knives, pivoting and thrusting, parrying and riposting. A third man, older and much scarred on his hands and face, looked on critically.
“This is it, Lord,” the page said to me.
“Thanks. You may go.”
“Yes, Lord.” Bowing, he ran back the way we had come.
I turned my attention to the fighters, whom I now recognized as my half brothers Titus and Co
“Hold!” the third man said. Titus and Co
“You’re letting your guards down again,” he said to both of them. I silently agreed with his assessment. “You ca
I pushed open the gate and went in. They all paused to look at me.
“Who is this?” Berushk asked.
“Oberon, our brother,” Titus—or was it Co
“Another soft and useless child?” said the weapons-master with a sneer, giving me a dismissive look from head to heel. “Well, young Oberon, I haven’t seen you here before. Are you lost on your stroll through the roses? Off with you, and leave swordplay to real men.”
I had to laugh. King Elnar’s weapons-master had used almost exactly the same insults the first time we’d met. My temper had been hotter in those days, and as a fresh young officer, I’d had a lot to prove. Of course, I’d taken offense, drawn my blade, and demanded a fight on the spot. He’d obliged… and I’d very nearly killed him, the first student ever to do so. I would have killed him, had several others not dragged me away from the fight.
Only later had I found out that that weapons-masters often goaded new pupils into fights to get a fair assessment of their abilities.
I just gri
“Wood or steel?” he asked, gri
“I’ll borrow Co
“Of course.” The twin on the right stepped forward, offering me the hilt of his sword. As he grew close, he turned his back to Berushk and whispered, “Watch yourself, he changes hands in the middle of a fight, and he likes to give dueling scars.”
I gave him a wink.
“Now, let’s see if I remember how this works,” I said aloud. “I believe I hold it so, and the object is to poke you with the pointy end?”
Berushk smiled. “Enough games, boy.” He made little circles with the tip of Titus’s blade. “Show me your best.”
I gave his a quick salute with the blade, then assumed a classical attack stance, right foot forward, left hand on my hip, blade up and ready.
He attacked fast and high, and I parried with little apparent grace or skill, making it seem—once—twice—again!—as though luck more than skill protected me. As sword rang on sword, I yielded ground steadily before him.
When he deliberately left an opening, I didn’t take it. Instead, I hesitated, trying to appear indecisive. Let him think he had me confused and on the run, I thought. I was the master of this fight, not him. I would determine when and how it ended.
Sighing a bit, wanting to get our fight over and done so he could get on with lessons, he attacked with renewed vigor, this time using a quick double-feint designed to get around my guard.
My parry came a beat too slow. He twisted, lunged, backslashed with what should have struck a stinging blow to my right thigh.
Only his blow didn’t land.
This was the chance I’d been waiting for. With the speed of a striking panther, I closed instead of retreating, moving inside his reach. His eyes grew wide. He realized—too late!—what had just happened when his blade whistled through empty air.
I flipped my sword over to my left hand, grabbed his wrist with my right hand, and gave a twist and a jerk. He staggered, off balance and over-extended. Without hesitation, I pivoted and kicked his left leg out from under him, and he sprawled onto his back with a whoosh of expelled air.
Stepping close, I pointed my sword at his throat.
“Yield?” I asked quietly.
He chuckled. “Well done, Oberon. Worthy of a Lord of Chaos. I yield.”
Co
“You won?” Titus said. “You actually won?”
I offered Berushk my hand, and he pulled himself up and dusted off his clothes somewhat ruefully.
“That,” he said to Co
“My father,” I said evenly. I tossed Co
“That would explain it,” Berushk said, smiling. “I have never seen him fight, though tales of his wild youth are still legend in the Courts of Chaos. He must have been quite accomplished.”
“He still is,” I said, thinking back to our battle with the hell-creatures in Kingstown. His swordsmanship had been nothing short of amazing. I went on, “I take it I’ve passed your test?”
“Lord Oberon,” he said, “I fear there is little you can learn from me.”
“I just came for a workout.”
“That,” he said, “we can do,” He looked at Co
Berushk proved true to his word. I spent the next two hours in one of the most grueling exercise sessions of my life, fighting the three of them singly, paired, or all three at once.
I didn’t lose a single contest, not even when Berushk tied back my left arm and put weights on my feet. It left me soaked in sweat and shaking, but I managed to tag them all with a wooden sword before my strength gave out.
“That’s it for me today!” I said, panting.
“Well fought, Lord,” Berushk said. He bowed to me.