standards.â
âA touch is a touch.â
The maestro nodded. âMy assistant will provide you with the proper equipment.â
The assistant was a young woman in fencing garb, her long blond hair done up in a bun at the back. She seemed amused.
âYour shoe size?â
He told her.
She found him a pair of fencing shoes and socks from a trunk. A roll-about rack was half filled with fencing knickers and jackets. On the bottom shelves were a variety of masks.
âRight or left handed?â the girl asked.
âRight. French grip.â
âYouâre fencing at épée?â
âOui.â
âIâll leave while you get dressed.â
âItâs not necessary, mademoiselle,â Mac said. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his polo shirt. His torso was marked with nearly a dozen scarsâmost of them bullet wounds, but two of them kidney operations.
The girl was impressed. âWere you a solider?â
âIn another lifetime,â Mac said.
He found the right-sized knickers and jacket, but he didnât bother with a plastronâwhich was a thick fabric under jacket that provided an extra layer of protection.
The girl didnât say anything, though her attitude had changed. She was no longer disdainfully amused.
When he was suited up, a glove on his right hand, his mask under his left arm, and his épée in hand, he saluted the girl.
âHow long has it been since you were in competition?â
âA while.â
âA word of advice, M. Arouet?â
âPlease.â
âThis is to be a demonstration only today, but some of the fencers will be amused to go up against a senior, perhaps to demonstrate their techniques. And the maestro has no love for Americans, so heâll not interfere.â
âMaybe Iâll teach them some old techniques.â
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The first bout had already begun between two very young, very tall men, probably still in their late teens, with flashing speed. The bout was for only three touches to win, and it was over in under a minute. The maestro, who was the judge, held the pair on the piste as he explained to the audience of about one hundred people what they had just witnessed.
Pete and Martine stood together on the opposite side of the piste just off the centerline with Kurshin. Martine smiled and nodded as she spotted McGarvey.
âWho do you have me paired with?â McGarvey asked the girl at the registration table.
âWith M. Kallinger, at his request, if you agree,â she said.
âWeâre old friends. But first, would it be possible for me to fence one of those gentlemen?â
The girl was surprised, but she motioned to the maestro, who came over.
âYes?â said the maestro.
âM. Arouet asks if he could fence first with either Pierre or Tomas.â
âIâm sure Tomas wouldnât mind the demonstration,â the maestro said with a slight smirk. Tomas was the fencer who had won the bout, three-two. âNow, monsieur?â
â Oui, unless the lad is tired.â
The maestro had a word with one of the fencers still on the piste. The boy glanced at Mac and nodded, a thin smile on his lips.
Mac walked over and shook hands with the boy as the maestro and other fencer moved off.
Kurshin, Martine, and Pete were watching.
âThis will be a brief demonstration of the difference between modern technique and an older style of combat,â the maestro announced. âM. Bienot from here in Monaco on my left, and M. Arouet from the United States on my right.â
McGarvey stepped onto the piste and saluted his opponent, the maestro, and the audience and then donned his mask.
âEn garde,â the maestro said.
McGarvey and Bienot came to the en garde position, their épées forty-five degrees above level, but only Mac held his left hand curved over the side of his head.
âPrêt,â the maestro announced.
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