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. A single knight, with a single lance, defeated
forty-two mounted enemies during the Siege of Tarsis."
He looked over the group with disdain. "Let me also
mention that your lance may - just may - keep you alive
while you are squires. Later you'll train with footmen's
lances. For now - " He pointed the lance suddenly under
Saliak's nose, then transferred the lance to his left hand and
all but stabbed Tarli. "You and you, choose lances and
mount up."
Saliak flinched. Tarli, to Moran's pleasure, did not
even blink.
"On the barrels?" Tarli cried in excitement. He stared
at the wooden mounts, whose reins ran through eyelets to
join the pulley ropes.
"They're not barrels, runtlet," Saliak hissed.
Tarli shrugged. "They're not horses, either. What are
they supposed to be?"
Saliak said, "Who cares," and pulled the first lance
from the rack. He snapped it up, then down, in a clumsy
salute. He was long-limbed and strong. Despite his
inexperience, he could control the lance well.
Tarli lifted his own lance upright and staggered as the
weight toppled him backward.
"It's too long," he complained. His classmates
snickered.
Moran regarded him solemnly. "Grow into it."
Saliak laughed loudly
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