Farl settled the smooth leather rope slide securely on the sill, and with surprising strength slowed the line gliding through it to a gentle, continuous movement until a sharp jerk told him to stop. He thrust a dagger into one of the holes in the wheel from which the rope unwound, then looked out the window.
Directly under him, in the empty air beneath the outthrust upper room of the tower, Elminster calmly hung suspended outside the window of the room below. One of his hands-the hand wearing a wrapping coated with sticky honeycake-was on the tower wall; El was keeping himself to one side of the window, out of the view of the room"s occupants. He peered in for what seemed a very long time before raising his hand in a signal, not looking up.
Farl pa.s.sed the reachers down on their own lines.
Hanging there in the quickening night breeze, Elminster took hold of them: two long, thin wooden sticks with wrist-braces at one end, like crutches, and sticky b.a.l.l.s of precious stirge glue on their other ends. A hooked and pad-ended side-p.r.o.ng jutted from one stick.
El delicately used that p.r.o.ng to swing the shutters fully back-and then withdrew the reachers and waited patiently. No sound came from within, and after several long breaths, he reached out again. One stick slid in until its leather sleeve caught the sill. He balanced its weight there, and then slid it onward through its sleeve, probing delicately inside the room. When he drew it out, a gem gleamed on the sticky end. He backed the stick until he could slide his hand up to its tip, let it dangle from its line while he thrust the gem into the tube-bag of stout canvas he wore around his neck, and then reached into the room with the stick again, slowly ... smoothly ... silently.
Thrice more the sticks appeared, were emptied of precious cargo, and returned to the room. Farl saw the youth below wipe sweating hands on dark, dusty leather breeches, and then lean forward again. He held this breath, knowing what that gesture meant: Eladar the Dark was about to try something especially reckless. Farl mouthed a silent prayer to Mask, Lord of All Thieves.
Elminster reached into the bedchamber once more. His sticks slid over the bare, slumbering body of the young merchant"s wife, only inches above the soft curves of her flesh-and paused over her throat. She wore a dark ribbon there ... and below it, a pectoral of linked emeralds, topped by a spider of black wire whose body was a single huge ruby.
Elminster watched the jewelry rise and fall, ever so slightly, with her slow and even breathing. If it was like others he"d seen, the spider could be unclasped to be worn alone as a cloak-pin.
If... a touch, just so-a wiggle to be sure it was caught... and now so was he (This had to work, or he"d be left with a stick twice as long as a man stuck to the breast of a naked woman who"d not stay asleep for very long). . . and a little lift, up and back, so. Don"t brush her nose with it, now . . . with infinite care and patience El brought the reachers back out of the window.
When he dropped the jewels into the bag and jerked the rope for Farl to pull him up, he felt that the spider was still warm from her breathing. Elminster smelled the musky scent clinging to it, sighed soundlessly, and wondered fleetingly what women were like....
"With those, we can live like idle rich blades for five tendays, at least," Farl said, eyes shining in the dim light of their hovel hideaway.
"Aye," Elminster said, "and get noticed in three evenings. Just who d"ye think we think we can sell that spider to in this city? We"ll have to wait for a discreet merchant-who"s got something to hide an" knows we know it-leaving the city, and sell it to him then. Nay; we sell the ring with the emerald this night, before word gets out; no marks there to say it"s hers for certain. Then we lie low-back to hanging around the Black Boots waiting for hire as dockhands and errand-runners."
Farl stared at him for a moment, mouth open to protest, but then closed it in a smile and nodded. "You"ve the right of it as usual, Eladar. You"ve the cunning of an alley cat, to be sure."
Elminster shrugged. "I"m still alive, if that"s what ye mean. Let"s go discover some place that serves drink to young blades with dry throats and loose purses."
Farl laughed, slid the bag back into the hollow stone block, clambered up the ragged stones of the crumbling chimney, and shoved the block the full length of his arm back into the dark, hollow s.p.a.ce between floor and ceiling. Withdrawing his arm from the splinter-edged hole, he replaced the dead, dangling, half-eaten rat they used to deter searchers, and slid back down the chimney to the floor.
Around them, the gloomy back room of the shut-up cobbler"s shop stank from its occasional use as a toilet by cats, dogs, drunks, and stray street folk. The cobbler had died of black-tongue fever early in the spring, and sane folk made no plans to disturb the place until at least a season had pa.s.sed. Then it would be smoked to clear disease-vapors and torn down; by then, Farl and Elminster planned to have a new and better loot-cache among the ornamental roof-spires of the proud houses near Hastarl"s north wall. They had their eyes on a tall residence whose roof sported crouching, snarling sculpted gargoyles; if one could be beheaded and hollowed out without anyone in the grand house beneath noticing, they"d have an ideal place. Aye, "if."
The two youths nodded to each other, knowing their silent thoughts had skulked along the same alley. Farl peered out the watch hole and after a moment waved Elminster on. He stepped unconcernedly out into the narrow, dark pa.s.sage outside, and slipped away. Farl followed, dagger drawn-just in case. It was a full breath later before any of the rats dared come out into the open to get at the moldy slab of cheese the young thieves had thoughtfully left behind.
The Kissing Wench was a loud, crowded press of goodfolk- ribaldry and slapping and pinching, pursuit of a night"s l.u.s.t, roared jests and tossed coins, and reckless chase of wine-soaked oblivion. Farl and Eladar took their tankards to their favorite dark corner, just off the bar, where they could see who came in but be seen only by the night-sighted and the determined.
Their spot was occupied already, of course, by ladies whose names they knew well despite a persistent lack of the coinage necessary for more intimate acquaintance. The hour was too early for business to be brisk, so the evening-la.s.ses were sipping from gla.s.ses in their hands and rubbing scent into the backs of their knees and the crooks of their elbows, and there was still room to sit down on the benches.
"Game for an early kiss and cuddle?" Ashanda asked disinterestedly, examining her nails. She knew what their reply would be before it came. Nothing from the one with the unruly black hair and the beaky nose, and from Farl- "Nay. We just like to watch." He leered at her over his tankard.
She gave him a mock coquettish look, batting her eyes and putting two delicate fingers to her mouth in a shocked expression, and then replied, "An" most of "em want a cheering audience, so that"s aright. Just be sure to give way when we need the s.p.a.ce on the benches, or it"s my blade-toe you"ll be feeling!"
They"d seen her put her dagger-tipped boot into the shins of many a man, and once into the gut of a sailor who didn"t know his own cruel strength; he"d ended up screaming his guts out-literally-on the tavern floor. Both thieves nodded hastily as the other girls t.i.ttered.
Farl gave one of them a wink, and she leaned forward to pat his knee. The movement made her low-cut silken bodice slide, smooth and cool, across Elminster"s arm. He hastily transferred his tankard out of the way, feeling a stirring in him.
Budaera saw his swift movement and turned her head to smile up at him. Her scent-something of roses, not so strong as some of the reeks the ladies used-wafted to his nostrils. Elminster shivered.
"Anytime you have the coins, love," she breathed huskily. El-minster managed to get the back of his hand over his nose in time. Then his sneeze slopped beer down the side of his tankard, and nearly knocked her sideways to the floor.
Hoots and roars filled the corner. Budaera gave him a glare, and then softened it to an expression of sorrow when she saw that his distress and his stammered apology were genuine. She patted his knee and said, "There, there. "Tis all a matter of improving your technique-and that, I can teach you."
"If ye can afford her lessons," another girl cackled, and there were chuckles all around. El wiped his streaming eyes on the back of his sleeve and nodded thanks to Budaera, but she was already turning away to ask another girl where that coppery nail daub had come from, and how much it had cost.
Farl ran his fingers through the hair above his ear and drew his hand down to stare in delight at a silver coin in his fingers, as if he"d never seen it before. "Look at this" he said to Eladar. "Mayhap there"s another!"
There was. He held them up in triumph, and said, "I"m ready, Budaera, an" I"m willing, an" I see you"re free of guests at the m-"
"For two silver bits," she said in a flat, cold tone, "that"s the way I"m staying, "my love." " The laughter of the girls galed around them; men with tall frosted flagons in hand drifted nearer to see what merriment was afoot... or abench.
Farl looked crestfallen. "I don"t think there"s anything more back there, but I didn"t comb my hair this morn. ..." His look changed to hopeful, and he ran his hands through his hair again, then shook his head.
"Nay." One of the girls made a sound of mock sorrow, but he held up his hand. "Wait a bit, wait a bit-I"ve not checked all me hair, now have I?" Farl leered again and reached inside his dark shirt to scratch at his armpit. His fingers worked l.u.s.tily, and then paused. Farl frowned, drew out an imaginary-at least, so Elminster hoped-pinch of lice, and examined them critically. Then he pretended to eat them, licked his fingers daintily, and when he was done darted his hand into his shirt again, trying the other armpit.
Almost immediately his eyes grew round and wondering. Slowly he drew out-a gold coin! He sniffed at it, drew back in mock disgust, and then held it up with a laugh of triumph. "See you?"
"Now that," Budaera purred, leaning forward again, "is worth more than a sneeze. Have you another?"
Farl looked hurt. "Just how dirty d"you think my armpits are, anyway?"
Tinkling, genuine laughter surrounded them; the ladies were amused. El watched impa.s.sively, only a corner of his mouth crooked upward, as Budaera leaned forward until her darting tongue almost brushed Farl"s ear, and breathed, "For just two silver bits more, I might be persuaded to make a pauper"s exception ... just this once...."
"For just two silver bits more," Farl said with elaborate dignity, "I might be compelled to accept your generous offer, good lady. Now, if someone in this august company would be so good as to lend me the trifling sum of-ah, two silver bits?"
There were snorts and lazily rude gestures from the benches beside him. Elminster held out a hand; when he turned it over, two silver coins were stuck to his palm.
Rather dubiously, Farl bent and plucked them free, one after another. Elminster had used only a trifling touch of gum on each; by the time Farl presented them to Budaera with a flourish, they were quite clean.
Budaera beckoned for the gold first. When she had it, she reached into her own armpit and made the coin disappear into the little scented safe pouch most of the ladies wore there. Then she took the pieces of silver, spun them briefly in the air in expert fingers, held up the last one, and kissed it, eyes on Farl"s. "We have a deal, then, my lord of love."
She leaned forward, eyes suddenly full of mystery, and like a silent and watchful snake Elminster slid out from his seat beside Farl to give them room. Budaera purred wordless thanks to him as she moved her lithe body into the vacated s.p.a.ce, and set to work.
Elminster stepped away, shaking his tankard in little circular movements to feel what little was left at the bottom of it-and froze. A slim finger was stroking him, ever so softly. He looked down-and caught his breath.
They called Shandathe "the Shadow" for the silence of her entrances and exits. More than once, El and Farl had agreed she must be an accomplished thief, or if she wasn"t, was as accomplished at skulking as the best of them. Her large, dark eyes looked up past his belt buckle at Elminster-and he felt the need to swallow, his throat suddenly dry.
"Coins to lend, Eladar the Dark? Have ye-coins to spend?" Her voice was husky, her eyes hungry....
Elminster made a helpless little sound of need deep in his throat and dipped his hand to his sleeve, whose cuff was stuffed with gold pieces. "One or two," he managed, in a voice that was not quite steady.
Her eyes danced. "One or two, my lord? I"m sure I heard ye say three or four . .. aye, four gold. One for each of the delights I"ll give thee." She licked his hand, the lightest of velvet touches in his palm. Elminster trembled.
Then he was shoved rudely aside. Whirling, he found himself looking into the cold grin of a burly bodyguard in livery. The man held up spiked gauntlets in warning, and El saw another bodyguard beyond him. Between them, in his own little ring of light provided by a small oil-lamp held above him on a curving pole by a weary servant, stood a short, pouty-looking man in flame-orange silks. His reddish hair fell in well-oiled ringlets to stain the silken shoulders of his open-fronted shirt. On his hairless chest was a lump of gold as large as a man"s fist: a lion"s head frozen in an endless, silent snarl, as it hung on a heavy gold chain. Rings of many gems and metals glittered and flashed on his fingers- two and three baubles to each digit, El noted with disgust, and all of it real.
He exchanged glances with Farl over Budaera"s shocked face, and then the man thrust his codpiece, adorned with an openwork ivory and gold sheath that made it look like the figurehead of a very decadent Calis.h.i.te pleasure-barge, right into Shandathe"s face.
"Too busy, my little la.s.s?" he drawled, and snapped his fingers. The servant with the lamp put a purse in them, and the man lazily spilled a dozen or so gold pieces down the front of Shandathe"s gown. "Or have you time enough for a real man ... with real gold to spend?"
"How many years does my lord want to spend with me?" Shandathe breathed in reply, lifting her hands in welcome. The man grinned tightly, and gestured to his bodyguards. They reached out brutal spiked hands to clear the corner, ignoring the sudden, shrill protests of the other ladies.
One laid hold of Budaera"s ankle, and hauled her off Farl to a hard landing on the floor. She squealed in pain, and anger rode high in Farl"s face as he rose from the bench.
"Just who in Hastarl do you think you are?" he addressed the perfumed man. The bodyguard reached a menacing hand toward him, and Farl snapped his own fingers like the man"s master had done, and as if by a spell a dagger gleamed in them. He waved it warningly at the bodyguard"s eyes, and the man hesitated.
"Jansibal is my name," came arrogant tones that obviously expected the name to awe everyone within hearing. "Jansibal Otharr."
Farl shrugged. "Heard of any testers of cheap scent by that name, El?" he asked. Elminster waved a dagger of his own under the nose of the bodyguard who"d shoved him, and slipped out from under the man"s gauntleted hands.
"No," he said calmly, "but one rat looks quite the same as another." That did bring little gasps and indrawn hisses of breath from around, and a little silence fell. The dandy"s face turned dark with anger, and his fingers tightened in Shandathe"s hair as she knelt in front of him. Then a sick, lopsided, sneering smile slid onto Jansibal"s face, and Elminster felt a little chill inside. This man meant their deaths, here and now. The bodyguards drifted nearer.
"This sounds like the sort of insult that a man of honor"-the loud, new voice that had broken in from behind them dropped little commas around that last word, and Jansibal paled in recognition and fresh anger-"can answer only with a formal duel, not a distressing brawl that will cost him at least two bodyguards."
Jansibal and his men spun around-to find another dandy, as well-garbed as the first, eyeing them with dancing amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes. He, too, wore silks, with crawling dragons embroidered on his puffed sleeves. A flagon was in his hand-and to either side of him stood men in matching livery, slim swords in their hands. The needlelike blades were aimed at the crotches of Jansibal"s bodyguards. A hush spread across the dark taproom, and men craned their necks to watch.
"Fair even, Jansibal," the newcomer said calmly, rubbing at the thin beginnings of a moustache with the lip of his flagon. "Laryssa spurn you again? Dlaedra insufficiently impressed with your-ah, rampant glory?"
Jansibal snarled. "Get gone, Thelorn! You can"t strut in the safety of your sire"s shadow forever!"
"His shadow stretches longer than your father"s, Janz. My men and I but stopped for a drink . . . but the appalling stench drew us to this corner to see what had died. You really must stop wearing that stuff, Janz; some chambermaid"s likely to empty a p.i.s.spot out a window to try and wash your stink away!"
"Your yapping tongue carries you ever closer to a waiting grave, Selemban!" Jansibal spat. "Now begone, or I"ll have one of my men spoil that pretty face of yours with a few shards of gla.s.s!"
"I love thee too, Jansibal. Which of your two men is it to be? My six would dearly love to know." From behind him, another pair of men in livery glided forward, blades raised and glittering in the little dangling lamp that a trembling servant still held aloft on its pole.
"I"ll not fight a duel with all these blades of yours around," Jansibal said, drawing himself up. "I know your liking for convenient "accidents.""
"While you grandly slash at someone with that blade you"ve dipped in sleep-venom? Aren"t you tired of such deceits, Janz? Doesn"t using them remind you, every even", that you"re a worm? Or is it so much part of your lovely nature that you don"t even notice?"
"Shut your lying mouth," Jansibal snarled, "or-"
"Or you"ll get away with your little trick, yes? And stab all these lads and la.s.ses around to work off your little rage, no doubt. And what would you be doing with them once they were asleep? Robbing them, of course-you have such expensive habits, Janz-but perhaps a little idle butchering ... or worse? I"ve noticed the ladies raising their rates down your street, Janz...."
Jansibal snarled wordlessly and charged forward. There was a flash of light and a spray of scattering sparks as the blades of the two nearest bodyguards met some invisible shield of magic around the charging dandy-and then Jansibal came to a sudden halt as Thelorn Selemban, moving without apparent haste, drew a blade and pointed it at Jansibal"s nose. Tiny white lightnings spiraled along the steel as its own enchantment cut through Jansibal"s shield. Around the two n.o.bles, their bodyguards surged forward, blades out and up.
"Hold, men of Otharr and Selemban, in the name of the king!" came a sudden deep bellow from behind them all, in the direction of the bar. The liveried men halted as their masters stiffened-and the crowd around parted as if before a drawn sword.
A man with a short-trimmed, graying beard came into view, a tankard in his hand. "Swordmaster Adarbron," he identified himself flatly. "I"ll report any deaths or bloodletting here to the magelords when I see them this night.... And I"ll also let them know if either of you disobey me, my lords. Now order your men out of this place, and back to your homes-now!"
He stood hard-eyed, and the two dandies saw men drift up to stand at his back. Off-duty armsmen, to be sure, faces not quite masking their glee. If the dandies defied the swordmaster, the soldiers would do their level best to "accidentally" slay or maim them both-and none of their bodyguards would leave the tavern alive.
"My men have had enough to drink anyway," Thelorn said easily, but a vein was working near his jaw. He did not look in Otharr"s direction as he said almost gently to the men around him, "You may go. I shall follow after I drink to the health of this excellent and dedicated officer-whose word I utterly support, for the honor of Athalantar."
"For the honor of Athalantar," half a hundred men muttered in reply, waving their flagons and tankards halfheartedly. Unimpressed, the swordmaster watched the men go. Then, ignoring Thelorn Selemban"s smile, he shot a cold look at Jansibal Otharr, and said, "My lord?"
Sullenly, without a reply, Jansibal waved a hand at his men. Then he turned back to the Shadow, who still knelt fearfully in the alcove, and said coldly, "My lords, I was occupied before Selemban took it upon himself to interrupt. If you"ll excuse me-?"
"Through there," Elminster murmured, pointing, "is rather more private. I"m sure the folk who were sitting here before thy enthusiastic men shoved them aside would like to resume what they were doing before thy interruption, too, my lord."
The dandy snarled at him, promised death again in his eyes, but the swordmaster said firmly, "Take the young man"s advice, Otharr. He but tries to rescue your family name . .. and remind you of a few simple basics of courtesy."
Otharr did not look around, but his shoulders stiffened, and he turned without a word, fingers firmly wound in Shandathe"s hair so that she gave a little shriek and then hurried along on her knees to avoid being dragged.
Elminster took a step forward, but the n.o.ble had already halted to fling the curtain wide. "A light in here," he ordered curtly. The young alcove-la.s.s unhooded a slow-wick lamp and blew it into brightness before slipping hurriedly away.
The curtained pleasure-alcove normally cost six gold falcons-but before the fury of the n.o.ble and the watchful gaze of the swordmaster, the young girl did not tarry to try for the price ... and the bodyguards who stood to defend her and her demand kept to the walls and held their silence. Jansibal Otharr surveyed the cushioned, draperied bed that almost filled the niche, nodded in satisfaction, and curtly waved Shandathe to the bed. The curtains fell into place behind them with an angry switch.
Farl reached up the wall with a slow, stealthy hand and dimmed the lamp there by pinching down its wick. He caught the eyes of a lady across the benches, and she did the same, dimming that side of the taproom into darkness again.
The swordmaster turned away, keeping Thelorn Selemban carefully at his side. They went back to the bar together.
Farl and El exchanged glances. Farl sketched the swell of an imaginary bosom with one hand, pointed at the curtain, and then jerked his thumb at himself. El blinked slowly, once, and then pointed toward the jakes and touched his own chest. Farl nodded, and El set out across the room to where he could relieve himself. If there was going to be creeping about or fighting, he"d best be more at ease.
Had it been like this before the magelords came to Hastarl? Shouldering and slipping his way through drunken revelers into the dimly lit privy area, El wondered what the Wench had been like when his grandfather sat on the Stag Throne. Were all men of power as cruel as the two n.o.bles who"d almost begun a battle here? And just how were they more honorable-or more villainous-than Farl and Eladar the Dark, two young and impudent rooftop thieves?
Just who stands better in the eyes of the G.o.ds-a magelord, a dandified n.o.ble, or a thief? What"s the choice between the lot of them? The first two have more influence to do ill, and the thief is at least honest or open about what he does ... hmm ... perhaps these would not be safe questions to ask a priest or sage in Hastarl. The foul-smelling trough in front of him had no ready answers either, and he"d best get back out there before Farl did something reckless. If they were going to have all the armsmen in the city out looking for them, he wanted to know about it...
When he returned along the far wall, Farl was sitting beside the curtain. He caught El"s eye and then slipped smoothly behind it, keeping low. El took his seat, noted that the couple beside him were well beyond noticing what anyone else was doing, and followed.
The two friends lay still, side by side and unseen on the dark carpeted floor, as the gasps in the dimly lit alcove grew louder and more urgent. Farl crawled slowly forward as the amorous sounds built to a height, and reached up silently to lift the gla.s.s of wine-complimentary with hire of the alcove, its surface thick with settled dust-from its usual spot. Deftly he tossed its contents over the lamp-wick.
The alcove was plunged into sudden, hissing darkness. El-minster rose from the carpet like a vengeful, striking snake and plunged one hand over the dandy"s mouth from behind, reaching to stifle the man into slumber with the other.
Farl"s hands were already over the Shadow"s mouth. She jerked and burbled under him, fighting for breath enough to scream, but her eyes widened when she recognized the man atop her and she stopped struggling. Elminster saw one of her slim hands cease its clawing, and reach up to stroke Farl"s shoulder. Then he had no time left to spare for looking at anyone except the n.o.ble under him.
Jansibal was oiled and perfumed, slippery under Elminster"s hands. He"d never known the hard hours and harsh battle that the youth from Heldon had felt-but he was shorter and heavier, and fury lent him strength. He threw himself sideways, dragging Elminster with him, and tried to bite the fingers that were smothering him.
Elminster drew back one arm, dagger-hilt foremost, and slugged the n.o.ble hard on the jaw. Jansibal"s head snapped around, spittle and blood flying together. The dandy gave a little grunt, shook his head-and toppled over sideways on the bed, knocked senseless. One open eye stared up unseeing at Elminster; satisfied, El spun to look behind them and be sure no one had noticed the sudden dousing of the light behind the curtain, or heard the brief, unloving sounds. The hubbub of folk drinking continued unabated-and sudden soft sounds from beside him proclaimed that Farl was taking full advantage of the n.o.ble"s generous payment to Shandathe. The gold coins lay on the floor around, freed when Otharr had torn open her bodice; El ignored them to bend closer over the entwined couple, and delicately free a single distinctive earring from where the Shadow"s hair curled around her ear.
Shandathe freed her lips from Farl"s long enough to whisper a sharp, "What-?"
Elminster put a finger to his lips and murmured, "To lure the other one; ye"ll see it again, I promise."
Holding it cupped carefully in his hand, he slipped around the curtain again and made his way unhurriedly across the taproom. As he"d hoped, the swordmaster and Thelorn stood side by side at the bar.
"You"ll appreciate," the officer was saying wearily, "that sons of magelords must set an example that makes the people feel they"re close and among them, not aloof. Magic, and those who wield it, are feared enough; if the kingdom is ever to be strong, th-"
He broke off as Elminster glided up between them, displayed the earring, and murmured, "Cry pardon for the interruption, my lords, but I am sent on a mission of love. The lady Lord Otharr was so anxious to make the acquaintance of confesses herself somewhat disappointed by his . . . ah, brief performance, and hopeful that another man of importance-such as yourself, my lord-would be made of rather sterner stuff. She bade me be sure to tell ye that she found thy tongue and bearing most impressive, and would know both better."
Thelorn looked up at Elminster and grinned suddenly; the swordmaster shook his head, rolled his eyes, and turned away. The young n.o.ble"s eyes went across the room to the curtain. Elminster nodded and strode toward it, Thelorn following through the way that the youth cleared.
When they reached the curtain, El ducked a look around it and held it a little aside; Thelorn peered in.
A heap of clothing and bed-draperies lay close by; beyond them, a single flickering stub of candle glimmered in the navel of the lady who lay bare to his sight on the bed. A silk half-mask hooded her face, and she was smiling through the swirl of long hair that lay across her mouth as she lounged with her arms clasped behind her head. "Come in, and be at ease," she murmured, "my lord."
Thelorn"s smile widened, and he stepped forward. As the curtain fell into place behind them both, Elminster moved with the n.o.ble, raised his trusty dagger hilt, and clubbed down, leaping a little off the floor to put his strength behind the blow.