In the moonstruck darkness he had no idea where Magnus was, or if the figure to the left or to the right was an Indian or a citizen of Jubilee, as water thrashed and foamed and men cried out in either their own pain or their own terror. Matthew made for the swamp on the lefthand side, away from the attackers. He had gotten only two strides through the turbulence when an arm like iron grasped him around the throat and began to pull him toward the opposite shore. A flint blade was put to the side of his face, daring defiance. He heard flesh being struck nearby and thought that Magnus must be fighting for his life with either an oar or his fists. Then Matthew was hauled out of the water into a dense thicket where thorns grabbed at his trousers and shirt, and he stumbled and fell and yet the arm tightened about his throat and the blade began to dig at his cheek. He still had hold of the deceased torch and the cutlass. With no desire to be strangled or sliced, he did what he had to do; he brought the cutlass’ business edge up sharply between his legs and into the crotch of the Indian who’d seized him.
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