He wasn’t what Venith had expected at all. He stared down with narrowed eyes at Flos. Venith had heard the same thing boasted of, but since he was no he’d never want to try that. “Shouldn’t you be glad? I’ve heard a mounted can defeat three of the same level.” The young king of Reim, the boy with eight thousand gold pieces on his head dead and twice that alive, grinned as he spread his arms. The young King looked over at where his stallion had gone to graze. He reached for his side and drew his sword.
Venith raised his voice and shouted down at the young man. Are you a coward, or will you answer me with steel?”
Venith knew he should have done that, and he flushed angrily. Else, you’d have ridden at me and not given me time to prepare.” “If I didn’t, would you cut me down? Unarmed?” Venith didn’t know why he was replying when he should have been attacking. Are you going to draw your sword or not?” You rode up and told me you were going to kill me.” If you were another, or a or, or any one of the people who’ve come to claim my head this month, you’d have tried to sneak up and stab me to death, or blast me with a spell at range. He rode backwards as the king mused to himself out loud. “I’m rather wondering why you didn’t do it earlier, actually.”įlos sprang to his feet, so quickly Venith cursed and pulled his horse back. “Have you any last words before I cut you apart?” He stared at Venith, frowning as if the young man were a puzzle, rather than an enemy. That was all the young man with bright red-gold hair said. The young king had a sword, Venith could see. He was bigger than the young man on horseback, but Venith had beaten grown men far larger.įlos looked up at Venith, not intimidated the least by the sword the other man held. Venith glared down at the king of Reim, Flos. He drew his horse closer, cursing a bit as his mare seemed more interested in Flos’ stallion, which was placidly eating a few whippy plants to the left. Of all the things Venith had expected, this wasn’t it. He scratched the back of his head and shook loose some of the dirt that had gotten trapped there. He sat up and yawned, but didn’t reply to Venith’s statement. Only then did he focus on the sword in Venith’s left hand. His eyes fixed first on Venith’s set face and clenched jaw. He stared in vague surprise at the other young man on horseback. The young man lying on the ground looked up.
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