The covenant of the forge by Dan Parkinson & Tim Hildebrandt

Author:Dan Parkinson & Tim Hildebrandt [Parkinson, Dan & Hildebrandt, Tim]
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, General, Fantasy - General, Krynn (Imaginary place), Fiction - Fantasy, Science Fiction, Modern & contemporary fiction (post c 1945), General & Literary Fiction, Fantastic fiction, Modern fiction, American Science Fiction And Fantasy
ISBN: 9781560765585
Publisher: TSR
Published: 1993-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

The dwarves glanced at one another. Among them, Cale Greeneye was reckoned a fine swordsman —

almost the equal of Jerem Longslate, who had never been bested either in trial or in combat. Coiin Stonetooth turned his head, catching the eye of the captain of the Ten. "I should like to see that for myself," he decided. "Jerem?"

"Yes, Sire." Jerem Longslate handed his shield and buckler to one of his companions. "Simple swords?"

"For now." Colin Stonetooth nodded. "Do you agree?" he asked Glendon Hawke.

"I am at your service," the man shrugged.

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"Do you want your own sword?" Cale asked him.

"It doesn't matter," the knight said. "The skill is in the hand, not in the blade." Cale pulled his own sword and turned it, presenting the hilt. "Then use mine," he said. By the time the rest had stepped back, clearing a wide

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circle, Jerem Longslate had stripped himself of armor and robes. Wearing only his kilt and boots, carrying only his wide sword, he strode forward to face the man who towered over him. "Are there any particular rituals or rules?" he asked.

"None." The man shook his head. "A demonstration is all that was requested. Just attack me, whenever and however you like." He hefted Cale's blade, testing its weight. It was balanced differently than his own. Its weight was forward, toward the point. Well suited, he thought, to short arms with powerful wrists and shoulders. Turning half away from Jerem Longslate, he held the blade upright, gazing at its surface.

After a moment, Jerem barked, "Well, are you about ready? I'm waiting." The human didn't even look at him. "Why are you waiting? I invited you to attack." Jerem frowned, then shrugged. He raised his own blade before him, circled two steps to the right, and abruptly ducked and lunged, a movement almost too quick to see. Taking the man at his word, he went straight for the heart . . . and stopped. Somehow his sword was not where it should be. It was still in his hand, but now pointed off to one side. The clang of struck steel rang in his ears, and something sharp was poking at his throat. It was the human's blade.

"You see," Glendon said, critically, "you made two mistakes there. The first was in thinking that I did not see you. The second was that midriff thrust. I hardly had to parry at all to knock it aside. If you intend to defeat a person in combat, you shouldn't give him such advantages." The man pulled back his sword, and a tiny drop of blood trickled from beneath the dwarf's whiskers. Jerem glanced over at his chieftain. "It was a fluke, Sire. May I try again?"

"As you please," Colin Stonetooth nodded.

This time the captain of the Ten gave no advantages. With a flurry of whistling cuts and thrusts he attacked the

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tall human . . . and found himself flat on his back on the hard ground while his sword spun upward, flashing in the evening sun.

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