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The last knight paled as he galloped toward Geoffrey, but he didn't rein in; he even managed a battle cry of bravado-a cry that turned into a yawn as
Geoffrey glared at him. His eyes fluttered closed, and he fell forward in his saddle, sound asleep.


Sir Devon struggled back up to his feet, weaving and woozy, but game.


Geoffrey turned to him with narrowed eyes.


"Hold!" Alain was jolted back to his senses. "'Tis me with whom he fights! Stand aside!"




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Geoffrey turned toward the Prince. "But, Highness..." Sir Devon cried.


"Aside!" Alain stormed, and the thrill of battle sang through his veins. He turned to his erstwhile friend Geoffrey with an almost savage delight; this
would be the perfect outlet for the rage and frustration of Cordelia's rejection. "He is mine!"


"Then have at thee, boorish Princeling!" Geoffrey bellowed, and slammed his horse into Alain's.


But Alain had already seen the maneuver used against Sir Devon, and was braced for it. He rocked in the saddle but held his seat, and parried
Geoffrey's overhand slash, then parried another, and another ... the blades rang, strokes fast and furious, the horses dancing around one another, the
knights of the bodyguard crying out in anger and alarm.


Geoffrey was staring in surprise, and Alain felt a thrill of satisfaction; the Gallowglass had not expected him to be so able an opponent! The
satisfaction was strong enough to urge him to use Geoffrey's own trick against him-he spurred his horse and slammed it into Geoffrey's mount with
a suddenness that took the young warlock by surprise.


So did Alain's shoulder in his short ribs.


Geoffrey reeled in the saddle. Alain reached over to shove with his left hand, and with a very ungraceful scrabbling and grasping, the young
warlock fell off his horse. He landed and rolled up to his feet, sword still in his grasp, face red with embarrassment and fury-to see Alain
dismounting and turning to him.


"Oh, very chivalrous!" Geoffrey snarled, and was on him.