8 Nordveka’s Prophecy

Nordveka began to tap at the ground with his curved stick. An ominous rhythm. "So you're insinuating that there's a chance that I might fail?" "A man cannot be too careful." Allan blurted out. "A man cannot be too careful indeed." The magician nodded as if deep in thought. Then he suddenly swished the staff. The men watched in horror as a number of things began to happen at once. First, the unfortunate fellow suddenly found himself forced to his knees. Then his sword flew out of its scabbard seemingly by itself and began to float in the air, the sharp end facing his owner. Shrieking loudly, the man found himself hurtling towards his own sword by forces he could not see. A deathly silence settled over the whole group as the shrieking noise suddenly cut off; the man was dead transfixed with his own sword. "A man should indeed be very careful." Nordveka said casually. "What was he questioning me for? A man must be careful." He looked around at the ashen faces of the spectators. "F