you his wager? That's as well as to say never. All know he's fallen behind in his debts. Had I known you were borrowing from me to wager against him, I'd never have loaned it.”
“You flaunt your ignorance,” she rebuked him after a moment of shocked silence. “All know his wealth is bottomless. When the next ship comes in from Jamaillia, he will have coin enough to pay us all.”
From the shadows at the corner of the inn, I watched and listened intently.
“If the next ship comes in from Jamaillia...which I doubt, from the way the war is going for them...it would have to be the size of a mountain to bring enough coin to pay all he owes now! Haven't you heard that he is even behind on his rent, and that the landlord only lets him stay on because of the other business he brings here?”
At his words, the woman turned from him angrily, but he reached out to seize her wrist. “Listen, you stupid wench! I warn you, I won't wait long for what is owed me. You'd best find a way to pay me, and tonight.” He looked her up and down and added huskily, “Not all of it need be in coin.”
“Ah, Lady Heliotrope. There you are. I've been looking for you, you little minx! Have you been avoiding me?”
The leisurely tones of Lord Golden wafted down to me as he emerged onto the balcony. The light from behind him glanced off his gleaming hair and limned his slender form. He stepped to the edge of the balcony. Leaning lightly on the rail, he gazed out over the town below him. The man immediately released the woman's wrist and she stepped back from him with a toss of her head and went to join Lord Golden at his vantage point. She cocked her head at him and sounded like a tattling child as she complained, “Dear Lord Golden, Lord Capable has just told me that there is little chance you will pay me our wager. Do tell him how wrong he is!”
Lord Golden lifted one elegant shoulder. “How rumors do fly, if one is but a day or so late in honoring a friendly wager. Surely one should never bet more than one can afford to lose...or afford to do without until paid. Don't you agree, Lord Capable?”
“Or, perhaps, that one should not wager more than one can immediately afford to pay,” Lord Capable suggested snidely.
“Dear, dear. Would not that limit our gaming to whatever a man could carry in his pockets? Small stakes, those. In any case, sweet lady, why do you think I was seeking you, if not to make good our bet? Here, I think, you will find a good part of what I owe you. I do hope you won't mind if it is in pearls rather than coin.”
She tossed her head, dismissing the surly Lord Capable. “I don't mind at all. And if there are those that do, well, then they should simply be content to wait for crass coin. Gaming should not be about money, dear Lord Golden.”
“Of course not. The risk is the relish, as I say, and the winning is the pleasure. Don't you agree, Capable?”
“And if I did not, would it do me any good?” Capable asked sourly. He and I had both noticed that the woman made no immediate effort to pay him his due.
Lord Golden laughed aloud, the melodic sound cutting the cool air of the spring night. “Of course not, dear fellow. Of course not! Now, I hope both of you will step within and sample a new wine with me. Standing out here in this chill wind, a man could catch his death of cold. Surely friends can find a warmer place to speak privately?”
The others had already turned to reenter the well-lit chamber. Yet Lord Golden paused a moment longer and gazed pensively at the spot where I had thought myself so well concealed. Then he inclined his head slightly to me before he turned and departed.
I waited a few moments longer, then stepped from the shadows. I felt annoyed with him because he had noticed me so effortlessly and because his offer to meet me somewhere else had been too vague for me
“You flaunt your ignorance,” she rebuked him after a moment of shocked silence. “All know his wealth is bottomless. When the next ship comes in from Jamaillia, he will have coin enough to pay us all.”
From the shadows at the corner of the inn, I watched and listened intently.
“If the next ship comes in from Jamaillia...which I doubt, from the way the war is going for them...it would have to be the size of a mountain to bring enough coin to pay all he owes now! Haven't you heard that he is even behind on his rent, and that the landlord only lets him stay on because of the other business he brings here?”
At his words, the woman turned from him angrily, but he reached out to seize her wrist. “Listen, you stupid wench! I warn you, I won't wait long for what is owed me. You'd best find a way to pay me, and tonight.” He looked her up and down and added huskily, “Not all of it need be in coin.”
“Ah, Lady Heliotrope. There you are. I've been looking for you, you little minx! Have you been avoiding me?”
The leisurely tones of Lord Golden wafted down to me as he emerged onto the balcony. The light from behind him glanced off his gleaming hair and limned his slender form. He stepped to the edge of the balcony. Leaning lightly on the rail, he gazed out over the town below him. The man immediately released the woman's wrist and she stepped back from him with a toss of her head and went to join Lord Golden at his vantage point. She cocked her head at him and sounded like a tattling child as she complained, “Dear Lord Golden, Lord Capable has just told me that there is little chance you will pay me our wager. Do tell him how wrong he is!”
Lord Golden lifted one elegant shoulder. “How rumors do fly, if one is but a day or so late in honoring a friendly wager. Surely one should never bet more than one can afford to lose...or afford to do without until paid. Don't you agree, Lord Capable?”
“Or, perhaps, that one should not wager more than one can immediately afford to pay,” Lord Capable suggested snidely.
“Dear, dear. Would not that limit our gaming to whatever a man could carry in his pockets? Small stakes, those. In any case, sweet lady, why do you think I was seeking you, if not to make good our bet? Here, I think, you will find a good part of what I owe you. I do hope you won't mind if it is in pearls rather than coin.”
She tossed her head, dismissing the surly Lord Capable. “I don't mind at all. And if there are those that do, well, then they should simply be content to wait for crass coin. Gaming should not be about money, dear Lord Golden.”
“Of course not. The risk is the relish, as I say, and the winning is the pleasure. Don't you agree, Capable?”
“And if I did not, would it do me any good?” Capable asked sourly. He and I had both noticed that the woman made no immediate effort to pay him his due.
Lord Golden laughed aloud, the melodic sound cutting the cool air of the spring night. “Of course not, dear fellow. Of course not! Now, I hope both of you will step within and sample a new wine with me. Standing out here in this chill wind, a man could catch his death of cold. Surely friends can find a warmer place to speak privately?”
The others had already turned to reenter the well-lit chamber. Yet Lord Golden paused a moment longer and gazed pensively at the spot where I had thought myself so well concealed. Then he inclined his head slightly to me before he turned and departed.
I waited a few moments longer, then stepped from the shadows. I felt annoyed with him because he had noticed me so effortlessly and because his offer to meet me somewhere else had been too vague for me
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