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. Tarli stepped between them and shouted,
"Paladine help me! Steyan! Somebody! They've got my
arms pinned."
A number of boys advanced on what they thought was
easy prey. After the first few went down in a heap, the rest
were inevitable victims.
Gradually the groans and mutterings of the defeated
pile of arms and legs sank to nothing. Except for Tarli, only
Saliak, feinting determinedly around the empty courtyard,
was still upright.
"Dein?" Saliak sidestepped. "Faron?"
Faron and Dein, half-buried in the pile, were cursing
each other and Tarli.
Saliak had wrapped his shirt around his arm in a
makeshift shield and used his dagger as a probe to find
someone. "Janeel?" He sounded afraid. "Anybody?"
Then he did something that impressed Moran. Saliak
ran end-to-end in the courtyard, his fingers outstretched.
When he touched the far wall, he spun around and ran the
other way.
As luck would have it, both times he missed the pile of
novices. He stood still and called out, "Is everyone all
right? You sound like you're in pain. Do you need help?"
The worst among them is becoming a knight, Moran
thought with satisfaction.
Saliak was now thoroughly frightened. "Answer me!"
He leapt to one side, as though something he couldn't see
had lunged at him
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