“And he’s begun a new sword for Madoc.” “I wouldn’t mind ruining that before it’s put to my throat,” says Cardan. “Look for the big one,” I say. “That’ll be it.” The Roach gives me a frown. I can’t help not having a better description; the last time I saw it, it was barely more than a bar of metal. “Really big,” I say. Cardan snorts.
