something nasty.
They had set up camp a few hundred yards from the road and lit a small fireâkeeping it well shelteredâpreferring to remain as invisible as possible. Wichtig sat cross-legged, his two swordsresting across his lap. He talked about cleaning them and then apparently forgot. Stehlen squatted a few yards from Bedeckt, her feet flat on the ground and obviously comfortable in this position. Just looking at her made Bedecktâs knees ache.
Wichtig picked up a pebble and threw it at a nearby tree. He was rewarded with a hollow pock sound. âWe should have bought cigars before we left.â
âWe left in the middle of the night,â growled Bedeckt, hating to be reminded he had just thought the same thing.
âWe should have purchased a change of clothes and fresh supplies,â said Wichtig. âIâm sick of dried rations.â
âWe left in the middle of the night,â Bedeckt repeated. âRemember?â
âDo you think anyone will remember me?â Wichtig mused. âYou know, that I killed their Greatest Swordsman. I usually like to kill a few of their next-best Swordsmen just to hammer the point home. No point if they canât remember my name, is there?â
Stehlen rocked back and stood in one smooth motion. She moved two steps closer to Bedeckt and sank back to her squat.
âI donât think it works like that,â she said. âI donât think people have to know your name. As long as they believe you are the Greatest Swordsman . . . I think thatâs the important part.â
Wichtig shook his head. âThey should know my name. How can they know I am the Greatest if they donât know my name? It doesnât make sense.â
Bedeckt did his best to ignore Stehlenâs proximity. âYouâre not the Greatest Swordsman. Youâre good, but youâre not that good.â
âI donât have to be the Greatest, I just have to be the guy everyone thinks is the Greatest. Then I will be the Greatest.â
âHow do you beat the Greatest Swordsman when you are clearly not him?â asked Bedeckt.
âThatâs just it,â exclaimed Wichtig. âIt is not at all clear I am not the Greatest. Sure, you know Iâm not, but no one elsedoes. As far as everyone else is concerned, I just might be the Greatest. My ability with the sword is secondary to my ability to talk. See, I understand what no one else seems to grasp. Communication is manipulation. Every time we speak we are trying to achieve an effectâa goal. We first learn to talk so we may better manipulate our parents. Sign language. Grunting and pointing. Wearing certain clothes and baubles. Walking or standing a certain way. This is all language and it is all manipulation. Most Swordsmen arenât particularly creative, but I am an artist.â
Stehlen snickered. âYouâre not an artist, youâre an arsehole.â
Wichtig continued as if she hadnât interrupted his flow. âIf I wasnât on this path Iâd become famous for other reasons. Itâs who I am. People are drawn to me.â
Bedeckt had long lost count how many times heâd heard versions of this speech. âWeâre not drawn to you, you keep following us. And if youâre so great at manipulation, why donât I think you might be the Greatest Swordsman?â
Wichtig flashed perfect teeth. How the hells does he keep them so damned white?
âYouâre so sane,â mused Wichtig, âyou are the craziest person I have ever met. You cling so desperately to sanity and stability when such things are obviously myths. You believe pretending the world isnât crazy might make it so.â He laughed comfortably and added, âYou might be the craziest person in all the world.â
âTraveling with you two . . . I must be crazy.â Bedeckt glanced up at the sound of a horse-drawn carriage thundering along on the road to
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