As the Khagan swept his sword around for another swing, Haakon lunged forward, slapping his sword at the Khagan’s blade before it could complete its revolution. He followed through, reaching over and grabbing at the end of the pommel of the Khagan’s sword. He made contact, then twisted and shoved his body forward, angling his blade down. He thrust his fist forward, the hilt of his weapon clenched as tightly as he could manage with a palm slippery with blood, and he connected with the Khagan’s chin.
?gedei’s head snapped up and his knees trembled. Haakon felt the Khagan’s grip loosen and he yanked the sword out of ?gedei’s hand. Though Taran had done it to him so many times, he was momentarily surprised that the technique actually worked. For a second he had both swords.
But then ?gedei recovered from the chin punch and bulled into him, knocking him off balance. Haakon stumbled, caught his foot on a protruding knob of rock, and fell on his ass. He tried to hang on to both swords, but lost one, and his head bounced off another rock before he came to a rest. He scrambled to his feet, trying to get his sword pointed at his enemy.
Who was standing still, looking at something behind Haakon. A horse nickered and he heard the chingle of maille.
Trying to keep an eye on the Khagan, he glanced over his shoulder and shouted with surprise at the sight of a pair of Shield-Brethren knights. He recognized both immediately. “Feronantus! Raphael!” Both were haggard; Feronantus’s beard was patchy and ragged, and Raphael leaned awkwardly forward in his saddle.
“Ho, Haakon,” Raphael said, waving a hand, “You should keep an eye on your friend there.”
Haakon whirled back, raising his sword to keep the Khagan at bay. ?gedei had come a few steps closer, but he paused at the sight of Haakon’s ready weapon, raising his hands so that Haakon could see that he was unarmed.
Feronantus was looking farther down the valley, and Haakon spared a quick glance over his shoulder. Cnán’s horse was galloping toward them, and beyond, Feronantus could see Krasniy and ?gedei’s man locked in a furious wrestling match.
“Well, young Haakon,” Feronantus said absently. “We have ridden far, only to find that you have reached our goal before us.”
Raphael let loose a bleak laugh. “All this way and we get to watch the youngster.”
“Do you know who this man is?” Feronantus asked.
“Aye,” Haakon said. “He is ?gedei Khan, the Khagan of the Mongol Empire.”
“Then kill him quickly,” Feronantus said. “We have very little time.” He spurred his horse, passing Cnán who was slowing her own mount as she reached them. For a moment, there were too many moving bodies and Haakon realized he was watching the wrong one. He heard Raphael’s shout almost too late.
He pulled his sword arm in, dropping his weapon across his body, as he danced back across the rocky ground. He heard ?gedei grunt and he felt the cold touch of a knife slide across his back. He twisted away from the blade, wrenching his arm around. His blade hit ?gedei, but the edge was turned the wrong way, and he only battered ?gedei on the side of the head.
?gedei grabbed his shoulder and tried to keep him from getting away. The knife disappeared and Haakon knew it was coming back. As long as the Khagan had a hand on him, it was going to be very hard to use his sword effectively. He grabbed the blade with his left hand, pinching it tightly between his fingers, and using only a tiny span at the base of the weapon, he tried to draw the weapon across the side of ?gedei’s head.
He felt the blade cut through fur and leather, heard ?gedei roar in pain, and then cried out himself as the Khagan’s knife went deep into his hip. He slashed with his sword again, snapping his right hand out to finish the cut with a pommel strike, and this time he felt something break beneath the metal of his hilt.
They separated, both stumbling and falling to their knees. The Khagan was bleeding profusely from two places on his head, and Haakon’s vision went white as he accidentally bumped his elbow against the hilt of the Khagan’s dagger protruding from his hip. The Khagan shook his head, and when he looked at Haakon, his face was ugly with blood, his left eye already swelling closed.
Sparing a thought to the Virgin, Haakon let go of his sword and grabbed at the dagger stuck in his hip. He howled as he pulled it free, the pain roaring up through his gut and chest. The Khagan raised his hands at Haakon lunged, beating ineffectively at Haakon with a half-closed fist.
Haakon reached over the outstretched arm, and plunged the Khagan’s own dagger into ?gedei’s neck.