Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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Only the man moved way too fast for them to even start their false fight. Much faster than<br />
that—faster than any man I’ve ever seen. Before the pieces of the mug hit the floor, before Big<br />
Tom was even done recovering from the throw, before the baby could even start crying under the<br />
wet of the beer, that man was off his bench with his naked blade in his hand. He skewered Big<br />
Tom right in the shoulder, ending Tom’s throwing days for good, and then he slipped that big<br />
sword across Tom’s throat, ending Tom’s breathing and swallowing days for good, too.<br />
Big Tom fell backward. His friends looked at the body.<br />
<strong>The</strong> man looked at them. His sword arm hung loose and relaxed at his side, and his sword<br />
hummed just under hearing so you could feel the power in the thing. That’s when we all knew<br />
him for one of the King’s Chosen.<br />
<strong>The</strong> boys looked at each other and then at the stranger. <strong>The</strong>ir night got a whole lot more<br />
serious then, and I could see them calculating their odds: a good five to one, and likely the rest of<br />
the tavern’d be on the side of the local boys. But then, he was one of the fabled Knights of the<br />
Empire, and that meant blood. That meant they’d have to finish him, and do it before he got the<br />
law on them.<br />
<strong>The</strong> locals watched the boys, then, ready to follow whatever card they played. With the<br />
eyes of the town on them, the boys didn’t have much choice. Wordlessly they went for him. <strong>The</strong>ir<br />
neighbors came in right after, bent on avenging Big Tom, and they meant to kill the man, never<br />
you mind that Tom started it or that they were against one of the King’s Chosen.<br />
Now, I help out during the Harvest Festival, and I’ve seen people reaping the wheat and<br />
barley, and sometimes someone drinks a little too much and starts spinning and cutting down the<br />
stalks without a care for how they fall. This man was like that. He ducked and spun and turned<br />
and everywhere he went his sword went, too, leaving stumps and blood spraying in its wake and<br />
the bodies of the townsfolk toppling. <strong>The</strong>re wasn’t a wasted movement that I could see. He made<br />
my customers look slow and stupid, and maybe they were, but he was so much faster than them<br />
that they never laid a hand on him, let alone one of their cudgels.<br />
It was a massacre in there, the place laid to shambles. All I could do was stand behind the<br />
counter with my mouth open. I couldn’t even run for help.<br />
When he was finished with his work, there wasn’t a single person moaning. <strong>The</strong>y were<br />
all dead, and the blood was running in freshets from their wounds.<br />
He sat down again, his bloody blade dripping on my table, and those dead eyes looked at<br />
me and nailed me to the spot. I ain’t a coward, but I knew right then that he’d kill me if I gave<br />
him the slightest offense, and I went on my belly like a dog. I didn’t care then if I disgusted him,<br />
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