...who wields a sword with honor? Will you be a just a man or a true Knight?" Sir Jacob asked. His gloved hand held my shoulder to the wall, the metal ridges hard enough to bite. "Neither. I will be the Pard." The words were sudden, escaping from my lips before I could stop them. I tried to forestall more words, and whatever lunacy had possessed me in those few seconds eased. "Blasphemy." I saw the blow...