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Maglion yelped when he pricked his finger on the point;
the rest jumped at the sound.
Moran guided each of them, stood them against one of
the walls. "And now," he said calmly, "all you have to do is
walk across the courtyard without being stabbed. Simple
enough, I'd think."
It was. If you used your ears and remembered that
defensive weapons were as important as offensive, the task
wasn't hard at all. The novices began to shuffle tentatively
across the courtyard.
It wasn't as dangerous as it sounded; most boys were
afraid to strike at all, sure that they were exposing their
hands to a blade.
Moran moved among them with a short sword,
occasionally parrying a novice's thrust, more often touching
a novice's back to remind him he was exposed.
Tarli, from either uncommon sense or recklessness -
Moran couldn't decide which - skipped halfway across the
yard before the others had gone a step. Alone in the center,
he cocked his head, listening carefully and stepping around
each of the approaching novices, who were tiptoeing and
shying away from each other, striking at nothing and
ducking from the same.
Tarli reached the opposite wall in record time and
stood listening
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