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chastised, milord. I shall make an appointment with your fencing master at the earliest opportunity."
    "And I shall have to pay for that, too, I suppose," the man in black said, with a wry grimace.
    "Kit Marlowe?" Shakespeare said. "Do I have the pleasure of addressing Christopher Marlowe, the author of
Tamburlane?
"
    The young man smiled, obviously pleased at the recognition.
    "At your service, sir. And now I fear you have the advantage of me."
    "William Shakespeare is my name. And this is my friend, Tuck… that is, Mr. Symington Smythe. I know your work, Mr. Marlowe. I admire it very much. 'Tis a great pleasure to meet you, indeed."
    "Well, you are most kind. And now it seems you have the advantage of me once again, for I fear that I am not yet familiar with your work, sir. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to become acquainted with it in due time." He turned to the man in black. "Milord, allow me to present Mr. William Shakespeare and Mr. Symington Smythe. Gentlemen, my esteemed patron, the honorable Sir William Worley."
    The man in black inclined his head slightly and touched the brim of his hat. Smythe met his gaze and, in that instant, struck as if by lightning, he realized he knew this man, although he could scarcely believe it. "I am indebted to you, milord," he said. "Once again."
    "Again?" said Worley, raising an eyebrow. "Have we met before?"
    "Perhaps I am mistaken," Smythe replied. "It is possible that I took you for someone else, milord. Mayhap some chance resemblance to another gentleman in black."
    "Indeed? Well, I shall have to speak to my tailor, then. He swore to me that no one else had clothes like these. If I find he has been selling copies, I shall have the fellow flogged."
    "In any event, we are both indebted to you, milord," said Smythe. "Had Mr. Marlowe and yourself not intervened, I fear things would have turned out rather badly for us."
    "Perhaps. Though you seem quite capable with that staff, I suggest you get yourself a more serious weapon, Mr. Smythe. This is London, after all, not some small village in the Midlands. A man needs to look out for himself around here. You know how to use one of these?"
    He drew his sword and tossed it to Smythe. Smythe caught it by the hilt. Worley smiled slightly, seeing his quick reaction. Smythe examined it and felt its balance.
    " 'Tis a good blade, milord."
    "You seem to know the way to hold it. Keep it as a loan. You shall return it to me when you obtain one of your own." He unbuckled his swordbelt and handed it to Smythe. "And if you do not return it in good time, and in good condition, mind you, then I shall have you found post haste and beaten mercilessly."
    "If I can get access to a forge, milord, then I shall endeavor to make you one still better," Smythe replied. "And you may have that in trade, if you prefer."
    "Indeed?" Worley raised his eyebrows. "Those are rather bold words, young man. That is a Toledo blade."
    " 'Tis a fine blade, milord," said Smythe, a bit hesitantly. "A good weapon, and very serviceable. But I would place its origin much closer, right here in England rather than in Spain."
    "The devil you say! It so happens I was assured that blade was made by Sebastiani of Toledo. Do you dispute this? Explain yourself, sir."
    Smythe cleared his throat. "Well, milord… 'tis true there is an
S
stamped on the ricasso of the blade, but I can assert with confidence that it stands for Somersby, a Sheffield cutler of some small repute. I know his makers' mark quite well; I have seen it many times at my uncle's shop, when we had occasion to sharpen or repair his blades for several of our customers. He is an able craftsman, but certainly not up to the standards of the masters of Toledo, something I am quite sure he would readily admit, as I am told he is an honest man. I… uh… would hope that whoever sold the weapon to you asked a price in keeping with its proper origin."
    Worley cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, no. It would appear I have been