The wagon had slowed, though it still moved forward at great speed, its chaotic jostling had settled as it followed a straighter line. Biro could not tell why, since his view of the horses and the arena were blocked by the wall of the wagon bed that he crouched within. He did not have a solution to his current state of limbo. And while he recognized the fear in his opponent, he could not see a way to strike without exposing himself to an inevitable gutting.
He considered leaping off the back, leaving the driver behind, but he did not want to give up his position in the wagon. Plus, he believed that Csoda was still riding the horse, and Biro leaving would allow the driver to recover and perhaps give him the chance to kill his only friend in the world. So he sat frozen with the enemy, calcu
