After the Downfall

They broke apart again. Orosei would sport a mouse under one eye, and he definitely had hurt that hand. He saluted Hasso Lenello – style, clenched fist over his heart. “You’re good, all right,” he said. “We can use you.”

“You are good, too.” Hasso didn’t like plodding through a language he barely spoke, but he had no choice.

They circled some more. Hasso fired a kick at Orosei’s knee. Orosei grabbed his foot and launched him, then jumped on him like a starving tiger. But Hasso had expected to get thrown, and greeted him with a boot in the belly. It was like kicking planks, but it got the master-at-arms off him.

Orosei bounced to his feet. He saluted again, saying, “You’re bloody good. Show me those flips I’ve heard about.”

“We go slow?” Hasso asked, and the master-at-arms nodded. Hasso knew a moment’s relief that he’d proved himself without getting maimed and without wrecking the other guy, who was bound to have friends in high places. He said, “Come at me – not very fast.”

Orosei did. He made a perfect practice partner. Hasso grabbed his outthrust arm, twisted, got him on his hip, and flipped him over his shoulder. Orosei thudded down on his back with a big grin on his face. He sprang up. “That’s good, by the goddess! Do it again!”

Hasso sent him ass over teakettle a couple of more times at half speed, and then at something closer to full speed. Orosei was a glutton for getting things right. If he took some bruises doing it, he didn’t care.

“Let me try,” he said when he thought he had it.

“Half speed,” Hasso said, and the master-at-arms nodded. Hasso approached. He extended his arm. Orosei twisted and flipped him smooth as could be. Hasso hadn’t expected anything different – this guy was a pro.

He proved what a pro he was a moment later. After he’d tossed Hasso around three or four times, he said, “That is the move, and it’s very fine. What is the counter?”

“Ah!” Now Hasso gave him a German – style salute. “Good question! Right question! I come half speed. You – “ He mimed doing the flip. “You see.”

Some of the soldiers drifted off when they found that Hasso and Orosei weren’t going to ruin each other for their entertainment. Others crowded closer to watch Hasso show the master-at-arms how not to get thrown. A lot of them wanted to try the moves themselves, on one another and on the men who really knew how to do them.

“You’re better than I am,” Orosei said after a while. “I have to think about it, and you just do it.”

“Practice,” Hasso said with another shrug. How many times had he done those flips? On the other hand… “Me and sword? Bad.” He made a face to show how bad.

“But you’ve got that fire-spitting pellet crossbow,” Orosei said: a pretty good description of a Schmeisser from somebody who’d never heard of the Industrial Revolution. “Do all the soldiers where you come from carry those?” Orosei asked. When Hasso nodded, the master-at-arms winced. “You must kill each other before you get close enough for swords.”

“Mostly.” Hasso nodded again. Orosei wasn’t just a hardnose with quick reflexes. He had brains. That figured. He was more or less a regimental sergeant major, so he’d better not be a dummy – especially right under the king’s eye.

The Lenello tossed him a spearshaft with a bundle of rags at the end instead of a point. “You know what to do with this?”

“Some,” Hasso answered.

“Let’s see.” Orosei took a practice pike, too, and did his best to stick Hasso like a pig. When Hasso showed he could handle himself, Orosei whacked him on the back. “Yeah, you’re pretty decent. How come, when you don’t know what to do with a blade?”

As best Hasso could, he explained about bayonets. Then he said, “Wait, please,” and hurried back to his chamber. He returned with his entrenching tool. “Fight with this, too.” He demonstrated some of the unkind things you could do with the metal blade.

Orosei watched with interest, then hefted the entrenching tool himself. “Nice little thing,” he said with an appreciative nod. “You dig holes so the pellets don’t dig holes in you?”

“Yes,” Hasso said. Orosei got it, all right.

“And it’s a fine close-in weapon, too,” the master-at-arms said. “Handy to have both in the same package.” He handed the entrenching tool back. Hasso was beaming as he took it. He and Orosei didn’t have many words in common, but they spoke the same language anyway.