“It’s not weapons that win a war,” I said, still pretending to be bored. Behind Morrez’s back, I could see the horror on Jon’s face, and Jarter’s and Shirew’s, but I didn’t let any show on mine. “A weapon’s only as good as the hands it’s held in, and Half-Ax fighters is known to be weak. It’s said they’re hard to fight, but only because they run away as soon as you come at them. You got to race them before you can drub them.”
