The duelists tried valiantly to get up, but beyond being physically difficult, it appeared the one with the dagger had been bonked so generously on his head he didn’t seem to know which way was up. “Dis new gobbies.” Skoob dragged one of them up to his giant, bare feet. “No understand good fight yet.” “Maybe helmets.” Amma propped up the knocked-senseless one. “And blunted weapons for beginners?” Skoob gasped. “Enormous king have enormous brain. Hear decree,” he shouted at the others. “Do that!”
