"There's only one I imagine."

He held out his left hand now, waiting expectantly for the sword she would give him. Already he was worried about this duel because his blindness meant he was more likely to either do her serious harm or be robbed of any true strength in his blows. He knew it would be the latter. He wondered if ever anyone could ever learn to fight while blind. Assassins and faceless men, perhaps, who used darkness as their shroud. But never a knight. A game, he told himself. Not a battle.