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He slammed one of the breastplates on the table. It
clanged loudly. All the boys jumped.
"This," he said coldly, "is the armor of a Knight of the
Sword. The hole you see was made in combat, by a lance."
This," he said, slamming the second breastplate on the
table, "was worn in the last week of drill by a novice,
training to become a squire. The hole was made in practice,
by a lance.
"The holes are exactly alike. So were the wounds -
both fatal."
In the silence that followed, a number of boys glanced
at each other nervously.
"Can a lance really go through armor like that?" Tarli
asked with interest.
Silently, Moran turned the breastplates around,
showing the small exit holes the lance points had made.
One of the novices gagged.
Moran looked and found him. "Janeel. You have
something to say?"
The boy coughed, cleared his throat. "Sir, if it would
help the training, my father knows a true healer."
Moran said flatly, "While you are training there will be
no plate armor and no healers."
He let that sink in. "The greatest favor that I can do the
Knights of Solamnia is to kill any of you who can't defend
yourselves, before you fail in the field, where other knights
are depending on you
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