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“
You
see
a
need
for
an
extra
blade
,
eh
?
”
Halleck
grunted
.
Is
this
betrayal
?
Paul
wondered
.
Surely
not
Gurney
!
Around
the
room
they
fought
—
thrust
and
parry
,
feint
and
counter
-
feint
.
The
air
within
their
shield
bubbles
grew
stale
from
the
demands
on
it
that
the
slow
interchange
along
barrier
edges
could
not
replenish
.
With
each
new
shield
contact
,
the
smell
of
ozone
grew
stronger
.
Paul
continued
to
back
,
but
now
he
directed
his
retreat
toward
the
exercise
table
.
If
I
can
turn
him
beside
the
table
,
I
’
ll
show
him
a
trick
,
Paul
thought
.
One
more
step
,
Gurney
.
Halleck
took
the
step
.
Paul
directed
a
parry
downward
,
turned
,
saw
Halleck
’
s
rapier
catch
against
the
table
’
s
edge
.
Paul
flung
himself
aside
,
thrust
high
with
rapier
and
came
in
across
Halleck
’
s
neckline
with
the
bodkin
.
He
stopped
the
blade
an
inch
from
the
jugular
.
“
Is
this
what
you
seek
?
”
Paul
whispered
.
“
Look
down
,
lad
,
”
Gurney
panted
.
Paul
obeyed
,
saw
Halleck
’
s
kindjal
thrust
under
the
table
’
s
edge
,
the
tip
almost
touching
Paul
’
s
groin
.
“
We
’
d
have
joined
each
other
in
death
,
”
Halleck
said
.
“
But
I
’
ll
admit
you
fought
some
better
when
pressed
to
it
.
You
seemed
to
get
the
mood
.
”
And
he
grinned
wolfishly
,
the
inkvine
scar
rippling
along
his
jaw
.
