The young man arrived at the castle with a letter, seeking redress from the old captain of the guard for old grievances on behalf of a woman.
The two men, one young and one old, stared at each other from across the small ring. They began to circle slowly, holding their spears before them, death in their eyes.
The young man charged first, driven by impatience. The old man casually readjusted and skewered the boy.
He pulled his spear out and turned around. A moment later he felt a sharp pain in his kidney.
“That’s for mother,” his son said.
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