Throwing Knives. Dagger. Utility knife. Serrated jackknife. No swords. A flash of panic clutched at her chest. What if he had never used one? Maldynado, her only near-sure thing, might poke a thousand holes into her assassin, and where would her mission be then? “Surely,” Amaranthe said weakly, “you’ve some familiarity with swords.” Sicarius finished sharpening a dagger. “I can use a sword. I do not know the rules of sport dueling or much about it.”
