Chapter 1.3

Now it was Llyr’s turn to be irritated, except her emotions were not as controlled as Massoud’s.

“You fool,” she hissed.  “We sit in an open tavern.  You think I will enumerate the details of our plan in a place like this where our death could follow as quickly as the fleetest foot could fly?”

At this point she seriously considered waving in her escort to seize this slippery foreigner and have him executed for conspiracy, which would not have been an untruth.  Massoud sensed his miscalculation immediately and glided in with all the smoothness of a well-bred Asherah.

“Fairest Llyr, forgive me.  I perchance did not fully realize the risk you spoke of until gauging your sincere reaction against what I am actually asking.  You are of course correct.”

Llyr calmed a little, realizing she had perhaps overreacted.  Massoud noted her quickness to flare and that it could easily serve as his out if the plot unfolded too messily.

“You are forgiven,” she said somewhat coldly, annoyed that she had displayed weakness of control before this common rogue.  “I will send Andrew to fetch you when the first part is done.”

“He can find me at the Olieant Pub.”

Llyr wrinkled her nose in distaste.  “So be it then.  I want double.”

“Of course, Llyr.  Of course.”

~ by beinnsgriob on December 21, 2007.