stood an elderly man dressed in a red-hooded shoulder cape. He was smiling, leaning on the counter with hands folded.
âGood morning,â he said pleasantly.
âI guess this is the armory.â
The man nodded. âIt is, sir. And I am the armorer.â
âUh-huh.â Gene glanced around. âDo we just take what we need?â
âIf you wish, sir. However, I am available to serve you should you need assistance. If you desire a weapon, I must fetch it from the storeroom.â
âOh.â Gene knocked a knuckle against an iron breastplate. âThanks.â He stepped over to examine a shield emblazoned with a particularly interesting coat-of-arms.
âDo you have any clothes?â Linda asked the man.
âIâm afraid I have nothing but military apparel, which would hardly befit a gracious lady such as yourself.â
âOh. Do you know where I could â â
âI think youâd be wanting to see the seamstress, my lady.â
âOh, good. And where â â
âIâm afraid her shop is a long way from here. Itâs on the other side of the keep, on the twentieth floor of the Queenâs Tower.â
âOh.â
Gene came back to the counter. âI want a sword,â he said. âAnd a knife.â
âA sword . . . and a knife.â
âUh, yeah.â
The man sighed. âWould you have any idea as to the type of sword or knife youâd be wanting?â
âWell . . .â
âThere are many varieties, you know. All lengths and sizes, all used for various and sundry purposes.â
âWell, I sort of want a general . . . you know, sword.â
âA sword befitting a general?â
âNo, no. Your average all-purpose, general-utility thing.â
The man frowned. âHmmm.â
âSomething about yea long.â
âAh, a longsword. Two-edged, then?â
âUhhh . . . yeah. Two-edged.â
âTwo-handed or one-handed haft?â
Gene shrugged. âWhatever. Two-handed.â
âCross hilt or decorative?â
âUm.â Gene crossed his arms and rubbed his chin.
âI might not have the decorative in a two-hand-hafted longsword, come to think of it. One moment, sir, and I will look.â
The man went back to a row of free-standing shelves, returned with a huge sword and laid it on the counter. âWill this do, sir?â
âHoly heck.â Gene picked the thing up, grasping the haft with both hands. The sword was heavy and unwieldy, almost impossibly so, and about half again as long as it needed to be. He glanced at the elaborately wrought hilt and laid it back on the counter. âYou have anything a little easier to handle?â
âMany things. Perhaps a shortsword would better suit you.â
âYeah. What do you have?â
âMany kinds.â
âUh-huh.â Gene shrugged. âLike . . . what?â
âWell, there are two-edged shortswords and one-edged shortswords. There are swords of various curvatures and of various blade widths. There are swords used for hacking, and there are those more suitable for thrusting at oneâs enemy. And, of course, there are swords suitable for both. There are blades of various tempers and degrees of strength. There are broadswords and sabers, court swords and backswords. We have rapiers and épées, we have falchions and scimitars. There are swords with cup hilts, cross hilts, decorative hilts, basket hilts, and hilts molded to the individual hand.â
âUh â â
âThere are ceremonial swords, calvary swords, infantry swords, swords for infighting, and swords to keep a distance. Now, as far as knives â â
âHold it.â
â â there are many different kinds. We have various styles of dirk and dagger, stiletto and poniard â â
âHold it! Look, all I want is a sword about that long.â
âAre you sure a sword is what you want,