nonpariel speak in phrases, their swords speaking for them. outrance, says one (the admirable james crichton), & plaisance says another (la chevalier d'eon). caveat, sayth the next bravo, while the exotic pupille de regiment speaks tsujigiri in his monomachy with him. zut alors! the bravo cries. their swords, wyrmburnt & damascene, glisten grey in the fading twilight. waiting patiently for nightfall, a goblin pashar cradles his villian's saltpeter weapon, checking the lock.