Knight's Shadow (Greatcoats, #2)

by Sebastien de Castell

“You see our friend here, the Saint of Swords? He reckons we can kill eight of you before you kill us. Now, I’m sure some of you are perfectly nice people, though why a perfectly nice person would ever choose a career as a Knight I don’t know, but everyone makes mistakes. One time I even—” “Get to the point, Brasti,” I said. “Right. Well, if any of you are wife-beaters, child-killers, perhaps murderers of old people? Could you just sort of raise a hand or nod? It would make it a lot easier for us.” “Brasti, that’s ridi—” But to my utter amazement, one of the Knights started to raise his hand, just for a moment before he saw his fellows look at him. No one ever said you had to be brilliant to wear armor. “Right,” Brasti said. “So which was it? Wife-beating, child-killing? Did you—? Ah, I suppose it doesn’t matter.” He pulled an arrow and let it loose. It pierced the man’s gorget and he went down, blood spouting from his neck. “All right. Who’s next? Anyone mean to animals?”