The Swordsman Of Tanosa: A Short Tale Of The Middle Sea - Plot & Excerpts
Some people were too stupid to be left in charge of their own affairs. The man opposite him was one such person. Bafion chose the left shoulder. Not fatal, but hopefully enough to satisfy his obligations without killing. He thrust his rapier quickly, accurately, and to the man’s surprise. ‘Ow,’ the man said. ‘Why in hells did you have to go an’ do that?’ Bafion stood a few paces from the shabby little man. They were in the living room of the man’s small apartment, which was just as shabby as he was. The man’s reaction was dictated by shock, and Bafion knew it would take a few moments before the fact that he had been stabbed with a sword took hold. Bafion didn’t like having to do it, but he was supposed to maim the man; something visible, something gruesome, something that would send a message. This cut was far less than he would have received were someone else meting out the punishment. Bafion’s instructions stated that if the man died, it would be of little consequence.
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