12 While he had been doing all this, he had still
been fending off the man attacking him, but by saving the Guard, Morn
had left himself for a brief instant, open, and the attacker dove
forward. Morn twisted away, and instead of the knife entering his
chest, it drove clean through his right arm, just below the shoulder.
13 Before the man could pull it free, Morn drove the hilt of the dagger
into his wrist. The man gave a loud cry of pain, released the weapon,
and backed off. Now, Morn had problems. The man was weaponless, but
Morn's right arm was useless, and it was difficult for him to maneuver.
But he pressed his attack, driving the man backward, trying to finish
him before he could reach one of the weapons lying on the floor.
14 Backing away, the man tripped over the body of one of his fallen
comrades, and fell backwards, making a startled cry as he landed. Morn
backed off, waiting for the man to spring to his feet, but the man
didn't move, he just laid there, staring at Morn with an unbelieving
expression.
15 Morn approached cautiously, then peering behind the man he saw what
had happened. His dead Guard still held his dagger. The man had landed
on it, and the weapon had come through his back, reaching his heart.
"That's twice today you've saved my life, old friend!" Morn whispered.
"I won't forget!" He reached down and closed the Guard's eyes.
16 Then he heard footsteps approaching behind him, and spun to meet the
new attack, but it was six Guardsmen who had been summoned by the
emergency beacon Morn had earlier activated without even thinking about
it. It was not long before both Morn and the wounded Guard were getting
medical attention. To Morn's surprise he found his leg had been slashed
also, but during the fighting he had been completely unaware of the
wound.