Now he strode out upon the path and we walked beside or followed, as the way permitted. The man had massive shoulders, not only broad but thick with muscle, yet I hesitated over his swordsmanship. A claymore is a cut-and-slash blade, and a man with such power in him would be mighty indeed with such a blade. Yet it was the art of fence in which I was interested, as it was taught in the Italian towns or France, and somewhat in Spain. Could such a man have the delicacy to handle a rapier or a thrusting sword? Ayr was a bustling place when we arrived, and it was nightfall when we came into the streets. Sore tired we were, and hungered, too, for it had been little enough we'd had in the dawning and naught throughout the day. Angus Fair was a careful man, and in this town I saw him more so. He came to a halt inside the town. "Best I leave you here," he said. "There may be those about who seek me, and I would not involve you in my troubles." "Aye," MacAskill agreed. "I would not have the lad embroiled in troubles not of his seeking, and I think he does not need questions now.
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