The swordsman stood on the hill and bellowed out a challenge. No coward, I rode out to face him. The wizard grabbed my arm as I dismounted.
“Be careful lad. He wields the Sword of Truth.”
“What’s it do?”
“I don’t know, but it’s said that he cannot be defeated.”
“Well, I can take him.” But as our blades met, I heard a voice whisper in my ear.
“Last week when the tavern maid said ‘Enjoy your mead,’ you replied, ‘You too.’”
I cringed in embarrassment, and at that moment, he thrust under my weakened guard, delivering a mortal blow.

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