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The guy moved to the wall, tenderly took down one of the pikes, ran his fingers along the top, said,
“Later on, a hook was added to the side of the pike head. Apart from anything else, it could be used to sever the reins of the horses to dismount the rider.”
He droned on about the lethal beauty of the weapon, its ferocious simplicity. I felt the guys behind me shuffle their feet. They’d heard this before. Their shoes, I looked at them, raised my head, said,
“These guys, they’re guards.”
He raised the pike above his head, shouted,
“We are the new guards.”
And slammed the pike into the centre of the wood table, the head imbedded a good three inches. The handle quivered with the force. Yeah, it got me and my body gave a jump. I felt anger build, asked,
“That what you used on the po
