off,â Mörget suggested. âYou made it sound as if an army was after us, when it was just five little men with halberds.â
âIâm sure you could have smashed them into paste,â Malden said, scowling, âbut then you would have had an army after you. Donât they have watchmen where you come from? If you fight one, you have to fight them all.â
âMen whose only job is to watch their fellows and make sure they are not breaking laws? Why would we need such a thing? In the East, when a man wrongs you, you go to his tent and call him out to fight. You pummel him until he apologizes, or pays you what is owed. Itâs a very simple system, but it works.â
âAnd what if you call out a man who has done you some injury, but heâs bigger than you, and he wins?â Malden asked.
The barbarian squinted in confusion. âI wouldnât know.â
Malden shook his head. âWell, here, when you attack six men in a tavern with an axeââ
âCome now, I didnât kill any of them.â
ââthe watch will send as many men as it takes to cart you away. Then they put you in gaol to wait for a trial.â
âI would have died before they put me in a cage,â Mörget said.
âOr afterward, when they hanged you. They would have probably arrested Croy for helping you, and detained me on pure suspicion because I happened to be nearby.â
âThanks to Malden it did not come to that,â Croy said, and slapped the thief on the back.
âI suppose I owe you at that,â Mörget admitted.
âThink nothing of it. But perhaps youâll tell me one thing. Why did that fight start in the first place, and how did it get so out of hand? Normally a tavern fight ends with bruised knuckles and maybe a chair being broken over someoneâs head, not axes and maces and faces getting chopped off.â
Mörget shrugged. âA man insulted me. He besmirched my honor.â
Croy nodded in understanding but Malden had to look away.
âYou Ancient Blades and your honor will get me killed one of these days. All right, what did he say? What was such a dreadful blasphemy?â
âHe saw me drinking milk and said I was the largest babe heâd ever clapped eyes on. I thought it a nice jest, and saw no harm in it.â
âMen in taverns often joke and make sport,â Malden said. âIt means nothing.â
âBut among clansmen, one must always respond to a jape with another. So of course I had to tell him that in my country, even infants were bigger than the men that Iâd seen in this city. He didnât like that much.â Mörget shrugged. âHe tried to grab my armâas I have said, that is forbidden to strangers in my land. So I picked him up and threw him against a pillar. I thought that was the end of it, until I saw his friends drawing their knives.â
Malden made a mental note never to try to shake the barbarianâs hand again. âAll right,â he said, âthat explains how we all came to meet. But now, tell me, pray thee, what youâre doing in the Free City of Ness in the first place. We donât get . . . ah, that is to say, a man of your people is a rare sight this far west.â Malden had grown up hearing horror stories of the barbarians, of how they ate their own babies and that their women were all seven feet tall. As an adult heâd often heard them spoken of in hushed tones, as it was commonly believed that the barbarians would sweep over the mountains any day and invade Skrae and enslave them all. It was all hearsay, of course. He had never met a barbarian before, nor ever expected to.
âAh!â the barbarian said, and looked like he might start laughing again. âI am glad you asked. I am looking for Sir Croy.â
Malden was confused. âWell, you found himâbut did you expect to find him in that tavern? Itâs not the sort of
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