“You don’t yield easily. I can admire that.” And he struck the butt end against the flagstones with a clang that echoed from the high walls. “But I think you see your time is up.” “Lots of men told me that down the years,” said Jakob. “I’m still here.” He lunged but Sabbas caught his sword, blade screeching against his spear’s gilded haft. “I won’t deny you exist. So do ants and syphilis.” Sabbas flung Jakob back. “And they’re about as likely to save your princess.”
