The Diamond Throne

talk about.’ He reached under his azure doublet, took out a small, curved knife and began to strop it on the sole of his boot. ‘I get him first,’ he said.
    ‘What?’
    ‘Krager I get to start on him first.’
    ‘What gave you that idea?’
    ‘You’re my friend, Sparhawk. Friends always let their friends go first.’
    ‘Doesn’t that work the other way around, too?’
    Kalten shook his head. ‘You like me better than I like you. It’s only natural, of course. I’m a lot more likeable than you are’
    Sparhawk gave him a long look.
    ‘That’s what friends are for, Sparhawk,’ Kalten said ingratiatingly, ‘to point out our little shortcomings to us.’
    They waited, watching the street from the mouth of the alley It was not a particularly busy street, for there were but few shops along its sides. It seemed rather to be given over largely to storehouses and private dwellings.
    An hour dragged by, and then another.
    ‘Maybe he drank himself to sleep,’ Kalten said.
    ‘Not Krager He can hold more than a regiment. He’ll be along.’
    Kalten thrust his head out of the opening of the alleyway and squinted at the sky ‘It’s going to rain,’ he predicted.
    ‘We’ve both been rained on before.’
    Kalten plucked at the front of his gaudy doublet and rolled his eyes. ‘But Thparhawk,’ he lisped outrageously. ‘You know how thatin thpotth when it getth wet.’
    Sparhawk doubled over with laughter, trying to muffle the sound.
    They waited once more, and another hour dragged by
    ‘The sun’s going to go down before long,’ Kalten said. ‘Maybe he found another wine shop.’
    ‘Let’s wait a little longer,’ Sparhawk replied.
    The rush came without warning. Eight or ten burly fellows in rough clothing came charging down the alley with swords in their hands. Kalten’s rapier came whistling out of its sheath even as Sparhawk’s hand flashed to the hilt of his short sword. The man leading the charge doubled over and gasped as Kalten smoothly ran him through. Sparhawk stepped past his friend as the blond man recovered from his lunge. He parried the sword stroke of one of the attackers and then buried his sword in the man’s belly He wrenched the blade as he jerked it out to make the wound as big as possible. ‘Get that box open!’ he shouted at Kalten as he parried another stroke.
    The alleyway was too narrow for more than two of them to come at him at once; even though his sword was not as long as theirs, he was able to hold them at bay. Behind him he heard the splintering of wood as Kalten kicked the rectangular box apart. Then his friend was at his shoulder with his broadsword in his hand. ‘I’ve got it now,’ Kalten said. ‘Get your sword.’
    Sparhawk spun and ran back to the mouth of the alley He discarded the short sword, jerked his own weapon out of the wreckage of the box, and whirled back again. Kalten had cut down two of the attackers, and he was beating the others back step by step. He did, however, have his left hand pressed tightly to his side, and there was blood coming out from between his fingers. Sparhawk rushed past him, swinging his heavy sword with both hands. He split one fellow’s head open and cut the sword arm off another. Then he drove the point of his sword deep into the body of yet a third, sending himreeling against the wall with a fountain of blood gushing from his mouth. The rest of the attackers fled.
    Sparhawk turned and saw Kalten coolly pulling his sword out of the chest of the man with the missing arm. ‘Don’t leave them behind you like that, Sparhawk,’ the blond man said. ‘Even a one-armed man can stab you in the back. Besides, it isn’t tidy. Always finish one job before you go on to the next.’ He still had his left hand tightly pressed to his side.
    ‘Are you all right?’ Sparhawk asked him.
    ‘It’s only a scratch.’
    ‘Scratches don’t bleed like that. Let me have a look.’
    The gash in Kalten’s side was sizeable, but it did not appear to be too deep. Sparhawk ripped the sleeve off the smock of one of the casualties, wadded it up, and placed it over the cut in Kalten’s side. ‘Hold that in place,’ he said. ‘Push in on it to slow the bleeding.’
    ‘I’ve been cut before, Sparhawk. I know what to do.’
    Sparhawk looked around at the crumpled bodies littering the alley ‘I think we ought to leave,’ he said. ‘Somebody in the neighbourhood might get curious about all the noise.’ Then he frowned. ‘Did you notice