Almost, he regretted what he'd said about "fancy sword-masters." But not quite. It was one thing to be a master of rapier-work; it was quite another to face mercenaries and Magyar horse-barbarians whose interest was in killing you quickly, not stylishly. Perhaps the plump boy wouldn't be killed that quickly. But there was a large difference between even the best-trained amateur and a battle-hardened professional soldier. "And you, signor? Have you got surprises for me too?"
The older man shrugged. "Not really. I hunt. I can ride. I know the island well."
"And you speak Greek?"
The older man shrugged. "Not as well as Giuliano. He got it from his mother, and then his wife was a local."
"And of course we will help, too," said Bjarni, slapping him on the back.
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Erik grinned. "I'm not exactly that . . . yet."
The big VKobe 6 VI Grinchnder grinned back. "You haven't a chance, Erik. Hildi's made up her mind. Even if she has to chase you with a baby she'll get you."
"Bjarni!" said Svanhild, blushing. "It'Nike Zoom Kobe VI good thing Mama can't hear you." But she didn't deny it. In fact, she gave him a sidelong glance that had speculation in it.
"Maybe I can just pay him to take you away," growled Gulta.
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