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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. "I
didn't eat your drug-tainted porridge."
Hollow-sky's hand went for his sword, but Riverwind's
pole lashed out. Hollow-sky cradled his injured hand in his
other already stinging hand.
"I didn't hurt you badly. Draw your pole before I do,"
Riverwind warned.
Hollow-sky drew out his sparring pole. The two
warriors circled each other warily. Goldmoon crouched on
the grass in the pearl-gray of the predawn sky as the
echoing crack of wood shattered the silence.
The men thrust and blocked, using jabbing maneuvers
that she hadn't seen at the games. With a sharp intake of
breath, she realized they weren't sparring but using moves
meant only for real combat. Riverwind took a fierce jab
under the kneecap, and she heard his gasp of pain. But pain
seemed to spur the Plainsman on, for he suddenly whirled
his pole aggressively, trying to disarm his opponent.
Hollow-sky twisted his pole vertically and stopped the
twirling of Riverwind's stick, nearly disarming the
princess's champion.
The men were more evenly matched than Goldmoon
had thought. Hollow-sky was good. Why he had bothered to
sabotage his opponent's poles for the contest, Goldmoon
could not understand. Is it possible he did not believe in his
own skill, or is he simply so inured to his father's
treacheries that he just automatically cheated? she
wondered
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