Been meddling, have you?โ Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. โYou must admit they didnโt have much in the way of a defense plan,โ Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Royce smiled at him. โYou just canโt help yourself, can you?
Michael J. SullivanYou think heโs still alive?โ Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. โSure,โ Hadrian replied without bothering to look. โHeโs probably sleeping. Why do you ask?โ โI was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag?โ Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. โI really hadnโt thought about it until now.
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.
Michael J. SullivanAny chance heโs turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?โ โAbout as likely as me doing it.โ Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. โI put him at the top of the list.
Michael J. SullivanAs they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. โThere,โ Hadrian told Royce, โweโve got Maribor on our side. Now you can relax.โ โActually,โ Myron said sheepishly, โI was praying for the horses. But I will pray for you as well,โ he added hastily.
Michael J. SullivanHadrian drew two swords from his sides in a single elegant motion. He flipped one around letting it spin against his palm once. โNeed to get a new grip on this one. Itโs starting to fray again.โ He looked at Will. โShall we get on with this? I believe you were about to rob us.
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