One of Kymora’s men is holding all our weapons, about to attach them to the horse just a little to my right.

I’m terrified. I know these men will hurt me if I try to break their hold, but I have to try. For Petrik.

For Kellyn.

The guard at my right has a bastard sword sheathed at his waist on the left. I wedge my knee between the scabbard and his leg.

Then I jerk it upward as hard as I can.

The guard gasps and wheels backward from the pressure of the pommel digging into his stomach. At the same time he releases my arm, I place the flat of my boot against the guard on my left and shove.

And I’m free.

I know it’ll only be a second before the guards respond, so I race for the horse. I snatch Secret Eater, feel its horrible weight in my grasp.

And with all the strength I possess, I throw it, scabbard and all.

As soon as it leaves my fingertips, rough hands grab me, yank me back, but I watch the sword fly. It spins in a circle through the air, sailing over heads, traveling faster than the running guards.

Until it lands far to Kellyn’s left.

Doesn’t matter.

The guards have already reached him.

“Petrik!” I scream. “The sword. Get Kellyn the sword!”

Understanding, the scholar bolts for where it landed, leaving Kellyn to deal with the soldiers alone.

“Great. Just bloody helpful of you!” Kellyn screams to Petrik’s back. With two hands, the mercenary flies toward the first guard, cutting him just below the armpit, where the chain mail doesn’t extend. He goes down.

Two more reach him at the same time. Kellyn sweeps his blade back and forth in front of himself, not letting them advance. He loses his balance on the next pass, and as one of the guards takes the opening, I call out.

But it was only a feint.

Kellyn takes off the guard’s arm and spins in the same move to get behind the second one, stabbing him in the back.

The lead guard growls. “Will someone please do their job and end those two?”

All but the guards restraining Temra and me take off into the fray. The one shouting orders backs toward us. “Get them saddled.” Temra and I have our arms wrenched behind our backs, and we’re yanked toward the horses.

And then Petrik has the sword. He tosses it to Kellyn, who has to drop a hand from Lady Killer’s hilt to catch the broadsword.

“I already have a weapon, you idiot! What good is this thing?”

“Kellyn, use it!” I shriek at him as someone hauls me into a saddle. “And, Petrik, run! Get as far away from Kellyn as you can!”

To my amazement, both listen. Kellyn drops his longsword and puts Secret Eater in his good hand. With his left, he reaches up to remove the scabbard and tosses it to the ground.