The Wizardwar - Elaine Cunningham [129]
The lad, still juggling, hurled all three mugs in rapid succession. All three struck the drunk's forehead. He staggered, fell to his knees and went facedown into a puddle of ale.
Drunken cheers filled the tavern. The performer grinned like an urchin and took a deep bow.
Matteo seized a handful of short brown hair and pulled the "boy" from his perch. He deftly caught the miscreant and slung her over his shoulder.
The cheers turned to catcalls and protests, but by now it had occurred to the revelers that the intruder wore jordaini white. Few of them were drunk enough to seriously consider taking on one of the wizard-lords' guardians.
Matteo kept a firm grip on his captive as he strode away from the docks.
After a while she began to squirm. He rewarded her efforts with a sharp slap on the bottom.
"Hey!" protested Tzigone. "Is that any way to treat a princess?"
"Start acting like a princess, and you'll be treated as one."
She muttered something that Matteo studiously ignored, then bit him on the handiest portion of his anatomy.
He let out a startled yelp and dropped her. She rolled to her feet and backed away. "We're even now," she pointed out.
"Not even close! Tzigone, I'm supposed to protect you. You haven't exactly made it easy."
Her face crumpled into a frown. "How do you think I feel? All these protocols and rules and expectations chafe like a badly fitting saddle. And don't get me started on the clothes I have to wear! Shoes, too!"
He glanced down at her small, bare feet, and his lips twitched reluctantly.
"I suppose you're not happy with me for spoiling your fun."
"Damn right! You're the king's counselor, and if the push for a hereditary monarchy comes to anything, you might be stuck with me a very, very long time."
For a long moment she glared at him, then her anger changed to horrified realization. Matteo mockingly copied her expression. They both dissolved into laughter.
He took her arm and tucked it companionably into his. "Since I'm destined to serve as your jordain, allow a word of advice: If you must insult people, pick smaller men, preferably those who like to drink alone."
"Forget it. I've got to keep your fighting edge up." She glanced up at him.
"How did you find me?"
"This is Halruaa," he reminded her. "There is no shortage of magic."
"True, but I can't be tracked by magic."
Matteo quirked one eyebrow and glanced pointedly at their moon-cast shadows.
Tzigone's eyes widened in consternation. "The Shadow Weave. Damn! I forgot about that."
"A wise young woman recently gave me an excellent piece of advice.
Would you like to hear it?"
She let out a resigned sigh. "Would it make any difference?"
Matteo chuckled and ruffled his friend's tousled brown hair as if she were truly the lad she pretended to be. "Things change," he told her. "Do try to keep up."
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue