Fencing competitors often wore protective gear such as masks, and the swords in their hands were blunt. Even so, being struck by the tip still felt unpleasant.
Moreover, there were many rules to follow during a match. Having both feet leave the ground, as Brick had done earlier, was a foul.
When Aston Martin was still doing business in Italy, his caravan had once witnessed the Army of Italy fighting the Pope's forces. The latter's general had fled from the battlefield.
Though the trainers looked dashing standing proudly with longswords in hand, one must not forget that a sword was a weapon. When it pierced someone, it did not merely hurt—it drew blood.
When the rapier that represented nobility was in Augereau's hand, he looked like a butcher holding a knife. There was no elegance to him at all.
He was different from the Muggles Pomona knew. At that moment, Georgiana could not help recalling Aston Martin's advice: stopping it before things became irreparable was the sensible choice.
Still, she did not want Brick to remain by her side. Although he himself had said that he owed her his life and, as a wizard, had to repay the debt.
She had once saved his life, and now she had put him in a position where he seemed likely to die at any moment. Did that mean they were even?
In any case, they had nothing better to do. A little "exercise" would do them good.
"Madam."
Georgiana turned at the sound and discovered a "guest."
"How about some dessert?"
As he spoke, he had the attendant accompanying him present the delicacies on a tray.
"What is this?" she asked curiously.
"A new kind of dessert." The guest handed Georgiana the dessert in a glass.
Georgiana did not take it. The