The Bristling Wood - Katharine Kerr
The Bristling Wood
Deadly Information
“You the silver dagger who was asking for Lord Perryn?”
“I am, and what’s it to you?” Rhodry asked.
“Naught, but I might have a bit of information for you for the right price.”
Rhodry took two silver pieces from his pouch and held them between his fingers. The peddler grinned.
“I stayed one night in a little village inn, oh, some thirty miles from here. I was trying to get my sleep when I heard someone yelling out in the stable yard. So I sticks ...