"You can't be serious," Jordon said, parrying a strike. Matted in sweat, he shook his head and lifted the sabre to jab at Jason again, with the latter side-stepping easily.
"I can't see how this is a joke to you," Jason retorted, drenched in sweat the same as his brother. They were fencing outside in the garden, except Jordon was the only one in full fencing gear. The sport had always been a hobby of his, but he only had gear for one person, and so Jason was resigned to fighting in his regular attire. He had taken off his shirt, and the sweat glistened off his bareback and chest.
"You cannot seriously believe that Aunt Agatha will have all the answers," Jordon argued. "You are well aware of how opposed she is to our plan already."
"Same as I was, in the first place, and still am," Jas
