Tom raised his sword in a formal two-hand grip and waited until Benny finished making faces and did the same. Tom moved to his right, beginning a slow sideway circle, always keeping his sword ready. Benny shifted to his left, matching him.
“Quiz time,” said Tom.
“Do we have to?”
“No. You can quit and go shovel body parts into the pit. I’m easy. ”
Benny didn’t voice the word that rose to his lips.
“Define ‘kenjutsu. ’”
“It’s Japanese for ‘sword methods’ or ‘the way of the sword,’” Benny said in as bored a tone as he could manage. Tom darted forward a half step in a quick fake, and Benny stepped backward.
“What does ‘samurai’ mean?”
“‘To serve,’” said Benny. This time he tried the same fake, but instead of retreating, Tom stepped in, parried his blade, and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Blood is now pouring out of a hole where your arm used to be. ”
“Yeah, yeah, and when I come back as a zom, I’m going to eat your brains. ”
Tom laughed and swung another cut, but Benny blocked it, and Benny blocked the next dozen attacks.
“You’re taking it easy on me,” Benny said.
“You have to work up to full speed. ”
“I can handle it. ”
“No, you can’t. ”
“Yes, I can. ”
“No, you—Oh, hell. ” Tom moved forward and to one side, and just like that moment back in Harold Simmons’s house, Benny saw his brother’s body blur as Tom moved with incredible speed. His sword seemed to vanish, but then there was a loud TOK!, and Benny’s bokken was flying out of his hands and the world was tilting. Somehow the grass was under his back, and Tom was kneeling on him with his sword pressed into the soft flesh beneath Benny’s Adam’s apple.
“Okay,” Benny croaked. “Fair enough. I’m not ready. Get off my nads. ”
Tom raised his knee. “Sorry. Meant to pin your hip. ”
“You missed,” Benny said in a tiny voice. “Ow. ”
“Really,” Tom said. “Sorry. ”
He stepped away and let Benny climb to his feet.
“That was cool!”
Benny turned to see Morgie, Chong, and Nix grinning at him from the other side of the garden gate.
“Hit him again,” said Morgie.
“Yeah,” agreed Nix. She didn’t smile as broadly as Morgie, and there was an edge to her voice.
“Kneel on his nuts some more,” suggested Chong. “I don’t think that’s ever going to get old. ”
Benny wheeled on Tom. “Why are they here?”
“Suffering is easier to endure when shared,” said Chong as he lifted the gate latch.