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Toal... . Dead men."
    He burst through the brush concealing the cave mouth. The Toal's head turned.
    The Sword eased the physical processes of fear without softening intellectual trepidation. He could not help remembering that these monsters had slaughtered champions far greater than he.
    His martial training was limited almost entirely to what he had seen his brothers learn, and to imagination. How could he fight this thing?
    Daubendiek sprang to guard. Surprised, clumsy, Gathrid stalked the Toal.
    It seemed puzzled by his challenge. To have the quarry turn... . That was beyond its experience.
    Its gaze shifted to the Sword. It nodded as if all were explained. It turned to face Kacalief. Iceeyes stared thither for a long moment, then returned their fell weight to Gathrid.
    A spellbound blade as long and dark as Daubendiek whispered from its scabbard. The Toal's mount came to life.
    Gathrid's mind remained paralyzed by fear, but his body acted. He leapt to his right, to take the Toal on its shieldless left arm. Daubendiek clove air with a joyous howl.
    The Dead Captain leaned away, kicked with a spike-toed boot. Gathrid's ribs received a painful caress.
    The youth's next stroke reached for the turning horse's hamstrings. The beast staggered. The Toal plunged off.
    Gathrid charged. His opponent's movements were as jerky as ever, but so swift and sure that it was on guard, waiting, when he arrived.
    Daubendiek rose like a headsman's blade, descended too swiftly for the eye. The Toal's blade blocked it with ease.
    The swords met with a thunder far surpassing steel kissing steel. Sorceries clashed. Cold agony climbed Gathrid's arm. For an instant that became a subjective eternity, the weapons clung like magnets. A dark wind howled about Gathrid. Leaves and branches fell from trees behind the Toal as though invisible giants wrestled there. Daubendiek whined like a whipped dog.
    The Toal's sword screamed like a roasting infant.
    When the blades separated, Gathrid knew he could win. His weapon bore the more dreadful sorceries.
    Nothing could defeat him! He released a shout of exultation.
    In one corner of his mind something whispered that he was being seduced by the Sword. He didn't care. Not then, not with a savage revenge for his parents attainable.
    With his whole being he wanted to slash and tear and deliver pain.
    Amazement filled the Dead Captain's eyes. It took a step backward, glanced toward Kacalief, for an instant seemed to listen. Then, as if bowing to a distant command, it resumed combat.
    Its blade danced like a wind-whipped flame, darted like a viper's tongue, searching for that fractional gap in Gathrid's defense that would allow it to prick him with its evil. Daubendiek anticipated every maneuver. The swords wailed and screamed. The Toal's avoided meeting Daubendiek squarely.
    Gathrid began to feel uncertain. The invincibility of the Sword might not guarantee victory, only that the Toal's blade would not reach him. Rogala had hinted that it had slept too long.
    In lulls when the weapons were not singing their grim chorus, the silence was fraught with unpleasant promise.
    Then Gathrid heard distant hooves.
    Nieroda was coming to claim Daubendiek.
    He glanced at Rogala, silently pleading for guidance. The dwarf was in a trance, enchanted by the struggle. He did not respond.
    The Sword sensed his desperation, hurled itself against the Toal's blade, wove lightning nets of death, drove the enemy back in sparks and pain. The force of the blows jarred Gathrid into a moment of rationality. How could Daubendiek control him so easily? In his way, he had become as possessed as the Toal.
    For the moment he had no choice. He could not run. He had to fight, and win, or die. Or worse, let Daubendiek fall into Nevenka Nieroda's bloody hands.
    They might have been giants, flailing one another with lightnings, smoky towers lashing one another with invisible whips both deadly and long. Their wild slashing and chopping ruined brush and