Stealing swords,โ Royce muttered mostly to himself. โOkay, letโs take a look at this tower. The sooner I see it, the sooner I can start cursing.
Michael J. SullivanHave you ever been in love, Hadrian?โ โIโm not sure. How do you tell?โ โLove? Why, itโs like coming home.โ Hadrian considered the comment. โWhat are you thinking?โ Bulard asked. Hadrian shook his head. โNothing.โ โYes, you were. What? You can tell me. Iโm an excellent repository for secrets. Iโll likely forget, but if I donโt, well, Iโm an old man in a remote jungle. Iโm sure to die before I can repeat anything.โ Hadrian smiled, then shrugged. โI was just thinking about the rain.
Michael J. SullivanYouโre too visible, Albert,โ Hadrian explained. โCanโt afford to have our favorite noble hauled to some dungeon where they cut off your eyelids or pull off your fingernails until you tell them what weโre up to.โ โBut if they torture me, and I donโt know the plan, how will I save myself?โ โIโm sure theyโll believe you after the fourth nail or so,โ Royce said with a wicked grin.
Michael J. SullivanWill nodded toward Hadrian. โLook at the swords heโs carrying. A man wearing oneโmaybe he knows how to use it, maybe not. A man carries twoโhe probably donโt know nothing about swords, but he wants you to think he does. But a man carrying three swordsโthatโs a lot of weight. No oneโs gonna haul that much steel around unless he makes a living using them.
Michael J. SullivanRoyce cast a harsh and anxious look at the prince. โWhat?โ Alric asked. โI thought we discussed the importance of keeping a low profile.โ โOh, please.โ The prince waved a hand at the thief. โI donโt think it will get me killed if this monk knows Iโm the king. Look at him. Iโve seen drowned rats more formidable.
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