Conn told her. “I’m not. I know you can take him. Liam said you’ve never been defeated.” Conn eyed Elada with a professional warrior’s cool assessment. “In single combat,” he said. She looked at Elada. “There’s only one of him.” Although he was the size, she decided, of two normal men. And Conn seemed less focused the longer he was in violation of his geis. “Sorcerers and their warrior companions fight in tandem. A combination of magic and arms. I have only arms,” Conn said, his silver blade and dagger already in his hands. Elada drew a broadsword from over his shoulder. “And inferior ones at that.” “This isn’t fair,” Beth said. “Real fights never are. Now get in the boat and stay out of the way.” He dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head and pushed her back the way they had come.
