yarrr, ye scurvy boy-king, halt ye whinin'

After a while Will grew impatient.

"I understand all about that part," he said finally.

In an instant, with a movement too quick for Will to follow, the bevin was out of his hand and in Finn's, the point of the wooden blade at Will's neck.

"How about this part?" Finn said coldly.

Will said nothing. He glanced at Rowan out of the corner of his eye and felt his face redden.

Finn handed back the bevin.

"In combat you always have two weapons," he said. "Yours, and your opponent's. Learn to use them both and you'll never be unarmed. Let's start again."

from The Shadow of Malabron by Thomas Wharton