The Dog and the Wolf
"What's that around your neck?" the sniper asked.
"This?" the General seemed caught off-guard. He touched it briefly. "It is the Knight's Cross. A military order of the highest honor."
"It must chafe a bit," he commented. "But one soon gets used to it."
The floor between the General and the sniper was marble, checkered black-and-white. Like a chessboard. It clicked slightly as Rikt stood up.
"Is that all?" he said. "Then good-bye to you."
The General frowned.
Rikt made a mocking bow and pivoted on his heel. The soldiers at the door tried to flank him—but he muttered two words, and they let him walk alone.