02 Wyvern's Spur by Forgotten Realms

Author:Forgotten Realms [Realms, Forgotten]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T14:39:04.068000+00:00

Olive wished Finder were there now. If Flattery hated him so much, there was a good chance Finder knew Flattery and could tell her something useful about the evil mage. Finder was far off in Shadowdale, though. This time of year it would take more than a month to ride up to Shadowdale and back. Olive and Giogi needed each other's help now. Even if they didn't have the spur, they still had Cat to use against her master.

The problem is how to convince Cat that Flattery can't do anything to her and that he has nothing to offer her. The first part's easy enough, the halfling thought. Just use the old amulet of protection scam.

Olive looked down at the junk lying on her bed. What do we have here that's uglier than a monkey's paw? she pondered. She scooped up the chunks of cured meat from Jade's purse and tied them tightly in Jade's silk scarf. That'll do for now, she thought, scooping all of Jade's things along with the homemade "amulet of protection" back into Jade's magic pouch.

Olive sighed. The sun had risen. It was time to join forces with Giogioni Wyvernspur--right after a light breakfast.

*****

About an hour after Olive had gone down to eat at Maela's, back at Giogi's townhouse, the Wyvernspur noble knocked softly on the door to his own room.

"Come in," Cat called sleepily.

Giogi peeked in the doorway. "Just need to get some clothes," he said.

"Fine," Cat mumbled, pulling up the thick down comforter to her chest and rolling over.

Giogi crossed the room and removed an ensemble from his winter clothes chest. He was searching for matching stockings when there was a soft knock on the door. Giogi shot a quick glance from his search to see Thomas entering with his morning tea tray. The servant crossed to the bed and set the tray on the nightstand by his master's bed, as had been his custom every morning for years. Giogi returned to pawing through the chest.

"I say, Thomas," Giogi said, examining a worn patch in the heel of a stocking, "I'm going to need some more warm footgear. And this one will need darning." Giogi held the stocking out in Thomas's direction, his head still buried in his clothing chest. When several seconds passed without Thomas taking the piece, Giogi looked up. "I say, Thomas . . ." he began, but Thomas was not present.

From the bed, Cat giggled. "He took one look at me and bolted," she explained as she sat up in bed and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Why would he do ... Oh, I say! He couldn't have thought. . . Oh, dear. I'd better go have a word with him."

"Why?" Cat asked, now grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, to clear your honor, for starters," Giogi replied, amazed that she didn't understand.

Cat laughed. "What about your honor?" she asked. "Well, um . . ." Giogi flushed. "I'll be back," he said, hurrying after his manservant. Giogi had to track Thomas all the way down to the kitchen.

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