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Authors: David Eddings
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think so." Yarblek laughed coarsely. He drew back his foot and kicked the dead man back over onto his face. Then he turned to smirk at Silk as his archers came out of the dark green ferns. "You certainly get around, Silk," he said. "I thought Taur Urgas had finished you back there in stinking Cthol Murgos."
"He miscalculated," Silk replied casually.
"How did you manage to get yourself conscripted into the Mallorean army?" Yarblek asked curiously, all traces of his feigned drunkenness gone now.
Silk shrugged. "I got careless."
"I've been following you for the last three days."
"I'm touched by your concern." Silk lifted his fettered ankle and jingled the chain. "Would it be too much trouble for you to unlock this?"
"You're not going to do anything foolish, are you?"
"Of course not."
"Find the key," Yarblek told one of his archers.
"What are you going to do with us?" Besher asked nervously, eyeing the dead guards with a certain apprehension.
Yarblek laughed. "What you do once that chain's off is up to you," he answered indifferently. "I wouldn't recommend staying in the vicinity of so many dead Malloreans, though. Somebody might come along and start asking questions."
"You're just going to let us go?" Besher demanded incredulously.
"I'm certainly not going to feed you," Yarblek told him.
The archers went down the chain, unlocking the shackles, and each Nadrak bolted into the bushes as soon as he was free.
"Well, then," Yarblek said, rubbing his palms together, "now that that's been taken care of, why don't we have a drink?"
"That guard spilled all your wine when he fell off his horse," Silk pointed out.
"That wasn't my wine," Yarblek snorted. "I stole it this morning. You should know I wouldn't offer my own drink to somebody I planned to kill."
"I wondered about that." Silk grinned at him. "I thought that maybe your manners had started to slip."
Yarblek's coarse face took on a faintly injured expression.
"Sorry," Silk apologized quickly. "I misjudged you."
"No harm done." Yarblek shrugged. "A lot of people misunderstand me." He sighed. "It's a burden I have to bear." He opened a pack on his lead mule and hefted out a small keg of ale. He set it on the ground and broached it with a practiced skill, bashing in its top with his fist. "Let's get drunk," he suggested.
"We'd really like to," Silk declined politely, "but we've got some rather urgent business to take care of."
"You have no idea how sorry I am about that," Yarblek replied, fishing several cups out of the pack.
"I knew you'd understand."
"Oh, I understand, all right, Silk." Yarblek bent and dipped two cups into the ale keg. "And I'm as sorry as I can be that your business is going to have to wait. Here." He gave Silk one cup and Garion the other. Then he turned and dipped out a cup for himself.
Silk looked at him with one raised eyebrow.
Yarblek sprawled on the ground beside the ale keg, comfortably resting his feet on the body of one of the dead Malloreans. "You see, Silk," he explained, "the whole point of all this is that Drosta wants you very badly. He's offering a reward for you that's just too attractive to pass up. Friendship is one thing, but business is business, after all. Now, why don't you and your young friend make yourselves comfortable?
This is a nice, shady clearing with soft moss to lie on. We'll all get drunk, and you can tell me how you managed to escape from Taur Urgas. Then you can tell me what happened to that handsome woman you had with you down in Cthol Murgos. Maybe I can make enough money from this to be able to afford to buy her. I'm not the marrying kind, but by Torak's teeth, that's a fine-looking woman. I'd almost be willing to
give up my freedom for her."
"I'm sure she'd be flattered," Silk replied. "What then?"
"What when?"
"After we get drunk. What do we do then?"
"We'll probably get sick - that's what usually happens. After we get well, we'll run on down to Yar Nadrak.
I'll collect the reward for you, and
"He miscalculated," Silk replied casually.
"How did you manage to get yourself conscripted into the Mallorean army?" Yarblek asked curiously, all traces of his feigned drunkenness gone now.
Silk shrugged. "I got careless."
"I've been following you for the last three days."
"I'm touched by your concern." Silk lifted his fettered ankle and jingled the chain. "Would it be too much trouble for you to unlock this?"
"You're not going to do anything foolish, are you?"
"Of course not."
"Find the key," Yarblek told one of his archers.
"What are you going to do with us?" Besher asked nervously, eyeing the dead guards with a certain apprehension.
Yarblek laughed. "What you do once that chain's off is up to you," he answered indifferently. "I wouldn't recommend staying in the vicinity of so many dead Malloreans, though. Somebody might come along and start asking questions."
"You're just going to let us go?" Besher demanded incredulously.
"I'm certainly not going to feed you," Yarblek told him.
The archers went down the chain, unlocking the shackles, and each Nadrak bolted into the bushes as soon as he was free.
"Well, then," Yarblek said, rubbing his palms together, "now that that's been taken care of, why don't we have a drink?"
"That guard spilled all your wine when he fell off his horse," Silk pointed out.
"That wasn't my wine," Yarblek snorted. "I stole it this morning. You should know I wouldn't offer my own drink to somebody I planned to kill."
"I wondered about that." Silk grinned at him. "I thought that maybe your manners had started to slip."
Yarblek's coarse face took on a faintly injured expression.
"Sorry," Silk apologized quickly. "I misjudged you."
"No harm done." Yarblek shrugged. "A lot of people misunderstand me." He sighed. "It's a burden I have to bear." He opened a pack on his lead mule and hefted out a small keg of ale. He set it on the ground and broached it with a practiced skill, bashing in its top with his fist. "Let's get drunk," he suggested.
"We'd really like to," Silk declined politely, "but we've got some rather urgent business to take care of."
"You have no idea how sorry I am about that," Yarblek replied, fishing several cups out of the pack.
"I knew you'd understand."
"Oh, I understand, all right, Silk." Yarblek bent and dipped two cups into the ale keg. "And I'm as sorry as I can be that your business is going to have to wait. Here." He gave Silk one cup and Garion the other. Then he turned and dipped out a cup for himself.
Silk looked at him with one raised eyebrow.
Yarblek sprawled on the ground beside the ale keg, comfortably resting his feet on the body of one of the dead Malloreans. "You see, Silk," he explained, "the whole point of all this is that Drosta wants you very badly. He's offering a reward for you that's just too attractive to pass up. Friendship is one thing, but business is business, after all. Now, why don't you and your young friend make yourselves comfortable?
This is a nice, shady clearing with soft moss to lie on. We'll all get drunk, and you can tell me how you managed to escape from Taur Urgas. Then you can tell me what happened to that handsome woman you had with you down in Cthol Murgos. Maybe I can make enough money from this to be able to afford to buy her. I'm not the marrying kind, but by Torak's teeth, that's a fine-looking woman. I'd almost be willing to
give up my freedom for her."
"I'm sure she'd be flattered," Silk replied. "What then?"
"What when?"
"After we get drunk. What do we do then?"
"We'll probably get sick - that's what usually happens. After we get well, we'll run on down to Yar Nadrak.
I'll collect the reward for you, and
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