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fondness from her voice.
"Just once for old time's sake?"
"No. The relationship's been over for a century. Let it go."
Caimbeul withdrew his hands. "It was nice ... living in that little house ...
watching the boy grow up."
Pandeena softened. "I loved our son. It broke my heart when they killed him."
"It could be nice again."
"No, Caimbeul. It's over. We're just friends now. I like it that way."
Caimbeul rocked back on his haunches with a sigh. "The least you could have
done was to Jump us to Wolffgard."
"I don't want them to know what I can do." Pandeena straightened and carried
her bedroll to the horses. She tied it to the back of her saddle.
Caimbeul followed her. "You really think this Malthus is the
Butchering Serpent?"
"I'm certain of it. The evidence, however, is only a little dog and a
seriously wounded young lawgiver who can't remember his own name and who
everyone thinks is dead."
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Caimbeul pulled at his stubbled lip. "Well, once we get there, I'll think of
something."
"I'm sure you will. You always did before."
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CHAPTER FIVE
CRIMSON LADY
The morning light shining in Preece's eyes woke him. He cringed away from it,
shading his eyes with his hands. His stomach soured and burning bile rose to
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the back of his throat. Lurching to his feet, he staggered to the window,
shoved it open, and vomited onto the roof of the veranda below him. Preece
turned about and stared into the room, trying to remember where he was and how
he had gotten there.
"Bit of a hangover, dearie?" a droll voice asked from the bed.
Preece glared at the naked whore lying on her side in the bed with her head
propped on her hand.
She had long, silken black hair and voluptuous curves; and seeing her made
some of the pieces click into place in his mind.
"This is the Crimson Lady?"
She giggled. "You been here all night."
"Shit." I was supposed to spend the night at the inn.
Preece's glare deepened into a scowl.
"Hair of the dog's on the table if you need it." She pointed at a bottle of
whiskey in the middle of a small round table standing midway between a dresser
and a wardrobe.
"You got White Fire in this place?"
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"Sure. Costs extra." She got out of bed and padded across the room to the
dresser where she took a small silver box out and a metal tube. Picking up a
hand mirror, the whore carried it all to the table and laid out lines of white
powder from the box.
"Silkie says it's all on the House."
"So it is." She handed the tube to Preece as he joined her.
He snorted two lines and smiled as the drug hit his system, banishing all
traces of the hangover, and sending a rush of energy through him.
Malthus must have incredible influence. I
wonder how far it goes?
"What's your name?"
"Lola."
"Okay, Lola." Preece decided to test the limits of Malthus'
influence and Silkie's hospitality. A sneer spread across his lips that almost
touched his eyes. "I want to take a bottle of this stuff..." Preece tapped the
lid of the box. "With me. A big bottle."
"You're asking a lot. Amphereon that pure is expensive."
"Is that a no?"
Lola rose and shrugged into a filmy robe, sashed it closed.
"Of course not. How big is big?"
"Twelve ounces?"
"Might as well ask for a pound."
"Can I get it?"
She looked at him with her head tilted and an expression blended equally of
contempt and idle speculation. "Of course.
Any thing else you want to take with you?"
"Two bottles of that good whiskey. A bottle of rum."
"Is that all?"
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"And you."
"Hah! You finally hit on something you can't take with you."
"I didn't want you. I got a flaxen-haired bitch that's just begging for it."
"What's her name?"
"Kady."
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Lola flounced from the room.
Preece did a third line of White Fire and then dressed. He had finished
belting his knives on when she returned with a burlap sack. Preece checked out
the contents and left without another word.
When he reached the Inn, he found the common room empty except for the owner,
Dymier, who was sitting with two other myn at a table near the bar. Both myn
were
Waejontori wearing their long black hair tied back. The mon to Dymier's right
was nearly as tall as Preece and clean-
shaven; the other was of average build and slender. Yet when
Preece met their eyes, predator recognized predator. Preece had never been one
to stand down from a challenge, so he sauntered over and addressed Dymier.
"Anything going back?"
Dymier handed him two letters and Preece put them into his pouch.
The tall one sized Preece up with a sweep of his gaze. "So you're Malthus' new
courier. What's your name?"
"Preece Malloy ... if that's any of your business."
"It is my business. Next time bring them directly to me."
"Where?"
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"Offices of the Green Sheaf Grain Merchants. I'm the owner. Heironim Traxton.
This is my associate, Dorjan
Calendri."
Preece's eyes narrowed. "And when I mention your names to Malthus, he'll know
you?"
Dorjan chuckled. "Oh, very good."
"I expect you to," said Heironim and flipped a gold crown at Preece.
The lycan snapped the coin out of the air without blinking and shoved it into
his pocket. "If that's all, I'm gone."
* * * *
Kynyr tucked a pair of loaded crossbows under the seat of the wagon and a case
of quarrels. Rumors from merchants coming through Red Wolf Valley claimed that
the road to
Hell's Widow had gotten rougher since he last went there.
They were entering in large, armed parties instead of one or two at a time as
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