things in common with swinging an axe, Leif. You need to use the weight of the sword. Go with it. You will miss opponents, so you need to swing it upwards, then reverse, allowing theweight of the weapon to add strength to your blow.’
It was easier said than done, and after five minutes I was exhausted. My breath rasped in my throat and my shoulders and arms felt like lead.
I rested for a while, and then Garrett adjusted my stance and grip. The second bout I found a little easier. But when I finally managed to land a blow, Garrett blocked it with his own sword, and the clash of blades wasso hard that it jarred both my shoulders and I almost dropped my weapon.
At the end of the two weeks I was much improved, but it was just a start. I probably wouldn’t have lasted more than a minute against any of the Genthai warriors. However, I had the basics, and I thanked Garrett forhis help. I was really starting to like him now. A few more months and I might have felt that I belonged with the Genthai.
But now it was time to go home.
A WORRYING DEVELOPMENT
He that depends upon your favours
Swims with fins of lead.
The Compendium of Ancient Tales and Ballads
Tyron had asked me to return three months before the Arena 13 season began so that I could start to train early. That meant leaving the Genthai lands before the winter was properly over. This time I had no lift on awagon to make the journey easier. I would have to walk all the way back to Gindeen.
Before leaving, I had one final meeting with Konnit. He led me into the forest until at last we reached a long hut the like of which I’d never seen before. A deep stream ran close by, and in the water was a hugewooden wheel set within a stone base. The wheel was being turned by the fierce flow of the current.
There were dozens of armed Genthai surrounding it. Did the hut contain something valuable? I wondered. I could hear a strange hum coming from inside the building.
Konnit unlocked and opened the door, and we stepped into darkness. The humming grew louder.
Then there was a sudden click, and the interior was flooded with light. I looked up at the source in amazement: a glass sphere hanging from a cord. The light radiating from within it was almost too bright to look at.
‘The source of that light is called electricity,’ Konnit explained. ‘The ancients lit whole cities in this way. The stream outside turns the waterwheel, which creates electricity from a machine called a generator.’
I was astonished. City people looked down on the Genthai, considering them to be primitive. Yet they relied on torches and candles, while the Genthai employed the technology that had been used by humans beforethe victory of the djinn and our imprisonment behind the Barrier.
‘But this is not what I have brought you to see, Leif. Electricity provides light but can do much more. Follow me!’
Konnit turned and lifted a trap door in the floor, flinging it open to reveal steps leading downwards. He stepped back and clicked something on the wall, and the steps were flooded with light. He led the way downuntil we reached a small cellar. Here the hum was louder than ever.
On a bench by the far wall lay thirteen long fat metal cylinders, each connected to the wall by a thin tube.
‘Electricity charges them with energy, but they use a far more advanced technology to deal out death. These are weapons, Leif. They are called the gramagandar, which means the Breath of the Wolf. We havethousands of warriors, many of them on horseback, which might be able to overthrow the Protector – but against the djinn beyond the Barrier, well . . .’ Konnit shrugged. ‘These weapons will make our victory possible.They destroy false flesh. The bodies of the djinn will melt before their withering fire. Yet they present no danger to normal human flesh.’
‘Lord, could they be used to destroy Hob?’ I asked, the thought making my heart lurch with excitement.
Konnit stared at me hard. ‘They