190

You are lucky that the arrows that pierced your back were neither barbed nor tipped with poison. You grit your teeth, muster your remaining strength, and stagger to your feet.

Fifty yards from the allies’ picket line you see two Lencian men-at-arms moving towards you with their swords drawn. ‘Give the password!’ they command. ‘Give the password or perish!’

If you wish to answer, ‘Shortsword’, turn to 63.

If you wish to answer, ‘Broadsword’, turn to 227.

If you wish to answer, ‘Longsword’, turn to 347.