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Bram danced around the issue for as long as he could, but I managed to convince him to stay in Ankur even if he decided not to serve under John. At worst, it would delay the inevitable. So I was pretty sure Bram would come over to my way of thinking in time. All things considered, we could do a whole lot worse for ourselves.

In the meantime, we could settle down to a few days of serious recreation while the festival lasted. For the moment, we had no commitments and could have a grand time without worrying about our future. Bram and I beat the subject near enough to death that we could let it drop and spend the last part of the afternoon napping, readying ourselves for a long evening.

By the time the sun had dropped below the rooftops, the singers, dancers, musicians, and onlookers were too loud to ignore. Torches and oil lamps burned everywhere, lighting the streets as bright as a cloudy day beneath the smoke.

Bram and I watched for a while from our second-floor room, wall-to-wall people swirling around obstacles below us like brawlers in a drunken melee. Here and there, one of the poor bastards stuck on guard duty did his best to look stern and avoid being swept away.

But John was on the ball, even if the town guard were in trouble—a cordon of guards with pikes kept a large area cleared around the palace. Before leaving the inn, Bram and I made sure our weapons were visible, and our money much less so. After a light meal, we joined the crowds, and the weaponry and my size earned us space most times. There was plenty of that, after all. Bram grimaced and shrugged his shoulders, which was all the encouragement I needed.

We set off through the crowd, following our intuition until the last of the silk-and-gold crowd was replaced by the leather-and-iron one, and much of the party had moved inside from the streets. The first dive we ran across had a flaking signboard bearing the painting of a horned helmet with a hatchet embedded in it.

Bram looked leery of my choice, but I pushed him in ahead of me before he could find an excuse to look elsewhere. Inside the tavern it was crowded, noisy, smelly, and smoky—in short, just the sort of place to start the evening off on the right note.

The two of us shouldered up to the bar and ordered ales. Why not start easy? Most of the others had a pretty good head start on us, but the night was young and we had plenty of time to catch up.

Another half hour and I was losing at dice in one corner while Bram was proving to a few drunks that he could arm-wrestle with the best of them. Mind you, he lost as much as he won, but he put up a respectable fight for a guy his size.

We switched to throwing daggers at a wall target after that, and covered our bets until one hustler started cleaning out all takers. Bram looked a little unfocused, but he figured out soon enough where we were headed once he saw the red lanterns. Maybe he was less innocent than he liked to pretend.

The streets here were near empty, seeing as how most business was conducted indoors, so we could talk without shouting. Bram's face was far too serious for him to be sober, and he protested just a bit too fast to be truthful.

I'll pay! Bram hesitated. Perhaps I should meet you back at our room tomorrow morning? Not a group sport! Well, maybe not the way he was thinking, or just maybe he was as innocent as he pretended.

He called out a loud and fond goodbye, but by then a young blonde had caught my eye. We exchanged meaningful grins, and I approached her to begin dickering over the price of dickering in Ankur. After a time, my bargaining skills not being at their sharpest and my heart not being in the financial end of the transaction, we reached an agreement and, smiling, she led me inside and up to her room.

I was drunk, but not too drunk, and neither of us got any sleep until much later that night. Buy the printed book or buy the EPUB version for your tablet or smartphone. I nodded, the epitome of courtesy, hand on sword hilt, and sidestepped the drunk. He went sprawling, and I moved on with a brief glance backwards to be sure he wasn't just a clever thief. But he was just a drunk, vomiting in the gutter, and posed no threat. Despite the sword hilt beneath my hand, I could empathize with how he was feeling at the moment: I was only a threat to myself.

I made a mental note to avoid the local rum at all costs, and to protest more strongly next time Gareth asked me to go drinking with him again. I made it through the less frequented part of town without incident, but ran into a few more problems nearer home. I managed to make it past an entwined young couple, dancing amidst a circle of admiring bystanders, and staggered off to the side until I found a wall to lean against.

The crowd was moving like tall-grass prairie in a wind, and pressed me there, up against the wall, eyes closed in an effort to clear my head. After a time, the world stopped reeling, and several deep breaths cleared my head and forced my stomach back down to where it belonged. Feeling better, though by no means less lightheaded, I was able to continue with nearly my usual poise, though I suspect it was a sham obvious to even a drunken bystander.

I arrived back at the inn to find a boisterous party overflowing the common room. It was, however, sedate by comparison with what was going on outside, and I was able to slip through the press of revelers without stepping on too many ornately booted toes.

The palace bells tolled twice as I wove my way to the stairs—could it be that late already? I climbed the stairs slowly, then counted doors until I arrived at our room, where I fumbled the lock open, and fell through the door.

The stiff hinges saved me when my balance could not, and when I got my feet back under me again, I closed the door behind me and shot the bolt; the latch dropped into place on its own. Even impaired as I was, I succeeded, leaving a trail of clothing and harness behind me en route. My left leg touched the bedsheets, eyes closing in rapturous anticipation of sleep, and I sank towards the bed. Then, as I slid beneath the sheets, I realized something was very wrong. The touch sent a shock through me that very nearly cleared my head.

The first possibility that struck me was that I had entered the wrong room, and that the landlord had taken the traditional shortcut of using the same keys for several rooms.

Another possibility was that Gareth had returned before me, which, considering the erratic course I had followed, was not impossible. Had it been two bells, or three when I passed the palace? But beneath my probing hand, the skin was soft and hairless. That convinced me I had an uninvited guest.

One who was stirring drowsily and rolling over onto her back. For a moment we held still, eyeing each other as best we could in the light seeping in from the street.

At the same time my guest gracefully pulled the covers up around her neck and, to my surprise, remained silent, watching me. I cleared my throat—surprise and shock had done a good, though incomplete, job of clearing the fog from my head—and started to speak. My voice broke. I had a sudden, rueful appreciation of how Gareth must have felt when Grace surprised him in her cave. While I tried without much luck to gather my wits about me, the woman hissed at me.

Still demure beneath the covers, she replied with a little more confidence. Should I be flattered? Not that I mind, but A tinge of amusement lit her voice as she replied.

And how would that have found its way into my room? As you know, your room would be in a different part of in the palace. She paused to listen, then continued, a suddenly forlorn note in her voice. Where am I? She sounded so plaintive that for a moment I forgot myself and reached out an arm to comfort her.

That was a mistake, for she drew back so sharply, eyes flashing alarm and breath gathered for a scream, that I started back myself and fell from the bed. That broke the tension, and she let her breath out in a tremulous sigh, ending with an enchanting giggle. I mean, I wanted to The warmth was back again. But Bram, where am I?

The last thing I recall is falling asleep over that drink Jordan brought me. I told her where we were and though I could not see her face as much as I now wanted to, I would have been willing to bet she looked relieved. She had my curiosity piqued now, and I did not intend to let her escape just yet. You live there, then, with the royal family? She laughed again, a delightful sound in the dark.

In spite of myself, I was becoming ever more interested in her. I felt a familiar yearning as well, for it had been a very long time indeed since I had been alone with a woman, and I now felt that lack keenly. I thrust those thoughts aside, not wanting to abuse her trust by taking advantage of the situation. Things will doubtless go ill for you if your presence is discovered here. Somehow I managed.

Unless you see any? I thought not. Can you imagine what that would do to my reputation at the palace? I could indeed.

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Blessed is the man who does not heed the counsel of this world Blessed is the man who does not conform to worldly ways. And he shall be like a tree by streams of water That yields abundant fruit in every season And his leaves shall never, never wither And everything he does shall prosper And everything he does shall prosper And everything he does shall prosper. Why do the nations rage?

Bram danced around the issue for as long as he could, but I managed to convince him to stay in Ankur even if he decided not to serve under John. At worst, it would delay the inevitable. So I was pretty sure Bram would come over to my way of thinking in time. All things considered, we could do a whole lot worse for ourselves.

Rise up, O men of God! Have done with lesser things.




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