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.His hands were chained over his head; his shoulders were throbbing painfully.His joints were getting far too rusty for this kind of abuse, and his brain must be getting rusty as well.He should not have assumed that Cormik would have forgotten their little "misunderstanding" of seven years ago.The proprietor of the Prince and Pauper was well known to have a long, keen memory.One had to in his business."So what did you do, scoundrel, that he still holds a grudge against you after all these years?""I saved him from being murdered by one of his patrons, that's what," Caledan replied angrily."A nobleman named Maderon owed Cormik a king's ransom in gambling debts, and he was going to have Cormik killed rather than pay up.I did Cormik the favor of doing away with Maderon first, though I had my own reasons.All Cormik knew was that I had slit the throat of his richest patron.Cormik's an intelligent man, but he has me figured all wrong.""What do you think he's going to do with us?" she asked."Kill us," Caledan replied flatly.They were interrupted by the sound of the lock once again being turned.The iron-banded door flew open, and Caledan squinted as brilliant, golden light flooded the small prison chamber.After a moment his eyes adjusted, and he saw Cormik standing before him wearing an unsavory grin.He was flanked by his two bodyguards, as well as by a lanky young man with black hair and eyes."I trust my retainers treated you well in my absence?" Cormik asked."But of course." Caledan rattled his chains, smiling facetiously."You're too good to your guests, Cormik."Cormik bowed his head in acknowledgment, his one eye glittering."Nothing is too good for an old… friend."Caledan took a deep breath."Cormik, if you'd just let me explain-""Silence!" the man snapped.The bodyguards took a step forward, hands on the hilts of their short swords.Cormik held up a neatly manicured, ring-covered hand."No, I shall deal with him in my own manner." The hand dropped casually down to the hilt of a stiletto at his belt.The knife was a delicate, beautifully crafted thing with pale opals set into the hilt."You may leave me, gentlemen.Dario and I will attend to business here." The two bodyguards lumbered out of the room, shutting the door behind them."Cormik," Caledan tried again, forcing an expansive smile, "if you would just give me a chance to tell my side of the story, I'm sure-""Spare me your lies, Caledan.I haven't the time, and frankly neither do you or your friend here." He smoothly slipped the jeweled stiletto out of its sheath."Be so good as to help me with this, Dario."The dark-haired young man grasped Caledan's shackled wrist firmly.Caledan's eyes widened.Mari stared at the scene in horror."Cormik, please.К you'd just-""That's the trouble with Harpers, Dario.They never stop talking, even when you desperately wish they would." Cormik poised the blade inches from Caledan's wrist.'That's good, Dario, hold it steady."Caledan clenched his jaw.He was determined not to beg.Then he watched in amazement as Cormik deftly turned the knife, pressing one of the polished opals.There was a small click, and a thin piece of metal popped out of the end of the hilt.It was a key.Caledan's jaw went slack.He stared as the man he'd just thought was going to kill him removed the shackle instead.Quickly Cormik unlocked the rest of the chains, and in moments Caledan stood free, absently rubbing his sore wrists.Cormik released Mari next, chuckling.Then he slipped the dagger into his belt once again."You old wolf, it's good to see you," Cormik exclaimed.He grasped Caledan's hand firmly between his own beefy palms and squeezed it warmly.A smile slowly crept across Caledan's face.Cormik's eyes glittered."Come drink a cup of wine with me while I explain." His gaze turned to Mari, and a sly smile crept across his lips."And perhaps you'll introduce me to your charming companion."A few minutes later found them in a richly appointed chamber hung with expensive Sembian tapestries.Cormik bade them sit down while Dario poured them each a goblet of deep red wine from a crystal decanter.Caledan swirled the ruby-colored liquid a bit suspiciously."Nothing unpleasant at the bottom, I trust?""Not unless my good Dario put it there.However, I may simply be an old fool, but I believe the lad's loyal to me.""One of his many delusions," the young man said with such perfect seriousness that Caledan was almost taken aback.Then he saw the mischief dancing in the young man's dark eyes.The wine proved to be cool and delicious, and Caledan took the liberty of refilling his goblet as Cormik talked."I hope you'll forgive my rude treatment," he said, his attention directed more toward Mari than Caledan."I'm afraid it was necessary to protect myself, and both of you as well.I couldn't let it look as if I was consorting with Harpers.It's a well-known fact that Cutter-or should I say Ravendas?-is not overly fond of Harpers.Except for dead ones, of course."Tm afraid you're mistaken," Mari said with an expression of disarming innocence, "but I'm not a-""Don't be coy, Harper Al'maren," Cormik said with a low chuckle."I'm afraid neither you nor Caledan has been terribly inconspicuous these past few days.I've intercepted reports concerning both of you that were bound for the city lord's tower, and I'm certain Ravendas knows of your presence.""I agree," Caledan said grimly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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