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him and drowned out his words.
"What's all this, then?"
"Not much," said the first knight. "Just a peasant with
no manners."
"That so?" said the other. "Turn around, peasant."
Randal felt a hard shove between his shoulder blades.
He turned to look at the man who had pushed him.
The move turned out to be a serious mistake.
"Boy!" snarled the one who had spoken first. "Do you
dare turn your back on a knight?"
Randal felt another hard shove, one that spun him
around again in spite of his effort to keep his feet.
"No manners at all," said the second man behind
him. "He was warned, and here he's turned his back
on a knight again. We'll have to teach him." As he
spoke, he dealt Randal a slap that made the young
wizard's head reel.
Through the buzz in his head, Randal heard a new
voice joining in with the others. "What do we have here?"
"A dirty little pig that doesn't know how to act before
his betters," said the first knight.
"Time he was taught a lesson, then," said the new
voice. Randal felt another blow, harder than the
others. This hand wore rings.
Laughter echoed in the night. A foot kicked out and
snatched Randal's leg from under him. But
Randal knew how to fall, and he rolled quickly
back to his feet. He tried to get away and
fade into the shadows, but one of his assailants
caught him and pushed him into the circle again.
"Don't leave before you're dismissed, boy." Randal
wavered to a stop in front of the knight who had just
spoken. His head still spun from the blows he had
taken, and he almost lost his balance.
"That's not the way to bow, fool," said the knight.
Randal kept his head down, but his fists at his
sides were clenched tight. If only he had his
magic back again ...
It wouldn't even take a lightning bolt, just a
flash and a bang and these knights would be running for their
lives. But I gave my word.
A buffet from the clenched fist of his latest tormentor
almost knocked Randal off his feet. He
clenched his own fists tighter, feeling the pain in his
scarred palm and welcoming it as a distraction.
One of the other knights slapped Randal so hard the
youth's eyes watered, and his ears rang with the blow.
I could take him,
thought Randal through the racket in his head.
I'm not banned from fighting