The Wyrmling Horde (Runelords) by David Farland

Author:David Farland [Farland, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780765355850
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2008-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

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THE DUEL

Every creature must struggle for that which it needs. Do not waste sympathy on the vanquished. The weak get what they deserve.

—From the Wyrmling Catechism

“Emir Tuul Ra of Dalharristan, I challenge you to a duel!” Talon intoned. “I fight for honor, and for the right to take endowments to battle the wyrmling horde and save my brother.”

The emir’s face was still turned to the side. He worked his lips, and spat blood and spittle onto the ground. Then he looked up at Talon and smiled wolfishly.

The emir knew what she was after. The Cormar brothers, Tun and Errant, could gather endowments easily. Their skill was legendary, and those who were capable of sacrificing their own brawn or grace would gladly make a gift to such worthy warriors. But Talon was no one, a girl, and among the warrior clans no woman challenged a man, unless she sought only to humiliate him.

“Are you of an age where you can even make such a challenge?” the emir asked.

He studied Talon’s demeanor. She was a handsome girl, and strong. He admired her spirit.

But he could not let her make a fool of him, not if he hoped to win the endowments that he’d need to free Areth Sul Urstone.

His question seemed to have caught Talon off guard.

“On your world,” she said, “I am eighteen years. But on the other I was seventeen. It is not that I was born at different times, but that the years on this world are shorter than on the other.”

She stopped her rambling, focused on the question. “In both worlds, I am old enough to make my own decisions in life.”

“Then I hope you know what you’re doing,” the emir whispered. “This is dangerous. I won’t hold back. For my people’s sake, I can’t hold back.” It was not an idle threat. The Emir Tuul Ra knew that he was the finest warrior of his generation.

Talon gave him a wolfish smile of her own. “I can take the best that you’ve got—and more.”

The emir sighed. He didn’t want to fight her, but neither could he refuse the challenge.

In part he did not want to fight her because Talon was the daughter of a friend. And she was young, too young to know what she was doing.

But more important, he had just been in a council meeting attended by Glories. There had been a sweetness in the room, a feeling of inner cleanliness, so profound that it had made him want to weep.

It made him want to be like them. He wanted to feel holy, to carry his own inner peace with him.

How could I bear it, he wondered, if I were to take the life of this girl?

Yet he knew that he was the best warrior for the job. The life of a friend and comrade hung in the balance. He could not spare the girl, for to do so would put his friend, and the future of his people, in jeopardy.

“I have no choice but to accept your challenge,” Tuul Ra said.

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