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.Sooth doth thou send others before thee andrefrain from the strife thyself.Thou strikest women yet shirk to strike aman, lest thy pustulent skin be cut by a blade fairer than thy own.Sooth,thou art a coward, McCanoc.""What?" Dionys shouted, slamming another blow into the shield.Edmund turnedit aside as if it was of no importance and continued."Dionys, thou art a braggart.Braggart thou art for nought, for in everycontest thou art defeated.Fighter of weaklings and braggarts like thyself, whensoever a true knight facethee, thou runs away.Yet, in sooth, from this cowardly retreat dost thou makebrag.McCanoc, thou art a braggart."Herzer watched in amazement as the smith started to dance around his muchlarger opponent, taking blow after blow unfazed and practically singing histaunts as Dionys began slamming out blows in naked fury."Dionys, thou art smelly.Thy breath stinks of the rotten ejacula of horses,which, sooth, thou dost love as thy morning drink.Thy body reeks with thestench of fear, and the manure of asparagus-eating goats is better than thesmell from thy mustache.McCanoc, thou art a stinker."At this Dionys let out a bellow like none before and began chasing Edmundaround the defile.Others got out of their way, laughing now at Edmund's taunts.DespiteMcCanoc's size he could never seem to catch the smith."Dionys, thou art ugly.Thy orcs doth not run forward to the fight, but awayfrom thy countenance.Sooth, in the history of the ill-favored, thy name is held in high esteem.Thywhore mother screamed at first sight of thee as the replicator burst open ofits own accord in horror.The ill-fortuned persons that were forced to carefor thee had to put a pork chop around thy neck to get the dog to play withthee.Further, sooth, when it did, it mistook thy ass for thy face and prefered itto lick.McCanoc, thou art ugly."Dionys, thou art stupid.Thrice hast thou attacked us and thrice have wethrown thee back, though we be but, forsooth, a fraction of thy number.Thouart unlettered and hath never read of the term 'defeat in detail,' for,assuredly, but those few letters would require all day and the use of both ofyour pustulent forefingers.But the veriest simpleton canst understand thatthine tactics are those of a school-yard bully held back until his tutors atlast release him as a man full grown yet unable to manage fingerpainting.Thevery fact that thou canst breathe must be by the arts of some homunculi orhob, smarter than thou, who doth sit upon thy shoulder and whisper in thy ear,'breathe in, breathe out' else surely thou wouldst cease in this vitalactivity for lack of thought.Canst thou walk and chew bubble gum at the sametime it is asked and I cry 'Nay' for I have found you, face down, the bubblegum before you upon the ground as proof."McCanoc, thou art stupid.""And tha t," he finished taking another blow on the shield and stopping hisdance, "is how a professional insults someone! Now, go away, or I'll start inon Arabic you miserable mound of gelatinous pus!"Herzer wished that he could see Dionys' face; he figured he was just about tohave a stroke.His voice was hoarse and it sounded almost as if he was crying."You're going to pay for that Edmund Talbot!" McCanoc yelled, slamming his ownshield intoEdmund's and then striking with his sword.Edmund turned both attacks withalmost contemptuous ease and slapped the sword blade aside with his hammer.Herzer noticed that while McCanoc was winded, Edmund appeared as fresh as whenthe contest had started."And that is such a comeback," Talbot sighed, hefting his hammer."Do you knowwhy it doesn't bother me when people taunt me with the name Edmund?"Page 308ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"No," Dionys said, stepping forward until the black cloud enveloped the smith."And I don't care.I'm going to kill you.""It's because it's not my name," Talbot replied, softly."It's the name of mybrother, who died inAnarchia.He went there like a lot of young men used to go, to try to findsome true competition in this world.And, like most, he fell victim to theanarchy that it is named after, killed in some pointless skirmish.I didn'tknow that at the time, so I followed him in.It took me years to determine hisfate.Years in which, in searching for my brother, I found what I thought was mydestiny."His voice had gone cold and hard and even McCanoc had stopped, awed by somedepth he couldn't understand, hidden in the simple tones of the smith."My name, isCharles, " Talbot snarled at last, and as he did he was enwrapped in a blueglow that drove back the cloud in flashes of silver light
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