“Ah,” said Bruce, before he rightly thought it through. “Seems some firearms would be more useful than these little swords of yours.”
The king, who was already turning away, froze in his tracks. He didn’t have to turn back, because the eyes of crabs already look in all directions, but Bruce could tell – he had gotten the renewed and full attention of his royal highness. And he winced mightily, because that was the one and only time in his life that Bruce Schneier had made a security-related mistake.