The Treasured OneJalkan stumbled back, spitting blood, teeth, and curses and he clawed at his knife hilt. Keselo's sword, however, came out of its sheath more smoothly and rapidly. The young man put the point of his sword against the bone thin Trogite's throat. Drop it, Jalkan, he said quite firmly. Drop the knife, or I'll kill you right here on the spot. But this peasant just hit me! Jalkan screamed. That's a hanging offense! I'm an officer! Not anymore, you aren't,