iment to their sight。 That gave the weapons master the time he needed to whirl； take in the obstructive clutter of furnotniture and gawking sava players before him； and leap up onto the table where his own game sat waiting。 His racing feet annihilated the snare he'd so cunningly laid for the merchant； hurling the pieces rattling across the board and onto the floor。
He jumped down on the other side； grabbed Splitter； and spun back around to face his enemies。 In one smooth blur of motion； he yanked this most trusted of all his weapons from its scabbard and came on guard。 Denotspite its hugeness； the great sword was so perfectly balanced that it felt as light as a dagger in his grasp。
He noticed that the nonbatants in the taproom had begun shoutnoting encouragement and insults at the fighters。 A couple quick…thinking gamblers were giving odds。
Ryld's three remaining adversaries manhandled their shadow…shrouded kinsman out of their way and stalked forward； manifestly hoping to pin the fencing teacher against the wall。 The one on the left hung back a bit； none too eager； but he didn't look as if he'd actually turn and run unless Tathlyn told him to； or else he saw the weapons master himself go down under Splitter's razor edge。
Ryld had no intention of letting himself be trapped。 He moved away from the wall the same way he'd moved up to it； springing onto the table and charging across。
When he reached the far edge； he discovered a rapier poised to skewer him in the vitals when he plunged off。 The Godeep on the other end of the blade…the bolder of Tathlyn's two kinsmen…was quick； and he'd connotceived a pretty good tactic。 Ryld's impetus was such that he probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself from hurtling right onto the Godeep's point。
But he could whirl Splitter through a sweeping low…line parry。 The great sword clanked into the other male's lighter blade and snapped the last six inches off。
Ryld jumped down almost on top of the rapier fighter； so close it would require a moment to bring Splitter's blade to bear； a moment that the other Godeeps might turn to good advantage。 Instead； the weapons master bashed the great sword's heavy steel ball of a pommel into the center of the rapier…wielder's forehead。 The impact thudded； and the male fell backward。
Something clacked hard but harmlessly against Ryld's breastplate。 He glanced down and saw that one of the spectators； someone who'd bet on his opponents； perhaps； had shot a hand crossbow at him…but the weapons master didn't have time to look for the culprit。 He had to pivot to fend off his fellow swordsmen。
Predictably； Tathlyn was in the lead。 Ryld cut at the weapons master's head； and his erstwhile student instantly backpedaled； retreating just far enough to avoid the stroke。 He'd learned good footwork somewhere along the way； better than Ryld remembered。
Slipping in and out of the distance； Tathlyn feinted and invited； putting on a show。 Meanwhile； the other Godeep； the wary one； circled； trying to get behind Ryld。
The weapons master allowed the boy to creep part way round to his flank； then he sprang at Tathlyn and cut wildly； seemingly off…balance and over mitted to the attack。
The other Godeep had Ryld's back； at a moment when the teacher looked entirely incapable of turning and defending。 Reluctant or not； the boy couldn't pass up such an opportunity。 He charged。
Ryld whirled； bringing Splitter around in a sweeping horizontal stroke。 The greatsword with its superior length struck one step before the Godeep would have initiated his own attack。 Thanks to Ryld's deftness； the huge； preternaturally sharp blade merely gashed the boy's wrist instead of lopnotping off his hand。 The petty noble dropped his broadsword； then had the bad judgment to reach for his dagger。 The weapons master slashed his leg； tumbling him to the floor。
Ryld knew that by spinning to attack the one Godeep； he had given his back to Tathlyn； who was surely driving in to kill him。 The teacher whirled back around。 Sure enough； Tathlyn had rushed into the distance and was cutting at his head。 Ryld parried with Splitter's edge； hoping to snap the Godeep weapons master's long sword as he had the rapier。 The crimson blade struck the great sword on the forte； just above the parrynoting hook； rang； and rebounded； still in one piece。 It was made of good metal； Ryld thought； well forged； with strengthening enchantments woven in。
But its virtues alone couldn't save its master。 Ryld feinted low to draw the red sword down； then cut high。 Splitter sliced Tathlyn's brow； and blood poured into the Godeep weapons master's eyes。 He reeled backward。