Your bard took the blade in his shoulder. He leans on you heavily. "I'll live. It's not deep." His face is grey. Your physician hurries forward, but the Bard flaps him away. "Back, I say. Back! I look rakish with scars." Your would-be killer struggles, but your guards have him fast.
In the Great Game assassination attempts are a mark of prestige. You feel invigorated. Nothing gets the blood pumping - one way or the other - like a good attempted murder.
Your assailant struggles in your guards' iron grip. A rival's catspaw? A rabid revolutionary? A stray lunatic? He hasn't said.
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