Christopher Stasheff - Warlock 02 by The Warlock in Spite of Himself

Author:The Warlock in Spite of Himself
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Oh?” Rod raised an eyebrow.

“Aye, Tis a tube of metal fitted into a crossbow stock, nothing more; but it throws a ball of lead which can pierce the stoutest armor.”

“And he means to put one of these into the hands of every man in the army?”

“Oh, nay.” Tuan frowned. “He hath but the five of them, one for himself, one for each of his three lieutenants , and one for his fourth lieutenant.” Tuan jerked his head toward Tom’s recumbent mountain form. “But that one hath lately fallen into disfavor. He assures us the five tubes shall answer for the full force of noblemen and councillors.”

But Rod was staring at Tom. “Big Tom?” He gulped. “A lieutenant?”

“Aye.” Tuan frowned. “Did you not know he was of Clovis?”

Tom opened one hound’s eye and looked back at Rod.

Rod looked away, cleared his throat, and pursed his lips. “Well, ah, that does explain a few things.”

He switched his eyes back to Tom. “So you’re part of the Inner Circle?”

Big Tom smiled sourly and held up one lumber forearm. The chain clashed and rattled. “Was,” he said.

“He stood against them,” rumbled Loguire, “stood against his fellows and this—how do you name him? The Mocker—stood against the Mocker and his three jackals when they commanded I be ‘prisoned with my son. ‘Nay,’ quoth your man Tom, ‘I must needs take him back to my master, where he will be aid to your plans. “The plans are changed,’ quoth they, and would not hear of enlarging me; and then your man Tom, here, fought cheek by jowl at my side, and accounted for a most goodly number of them.” This last was said in a tone of surprised respect.

Tom grinned, and Rod saw with a shock that one tooth was missing from the big man’s smile. “Thou art braw brawler tha’self,” Tom chuckled. “I ha’ not thought gentlemen could fight so well without armor or sword.”

Rod peered into the shadows at Tom’s end of the room and saw that the big man’s eye was swollen and purple; also, there was a slash with a new scab across one lumpy cheek.

He sat back, smiling on one side of his face. “How many heads did you bash in, Big Tom?”

“Scarce a round score,” Tom replied with disgust. “I had but this one stalwart gentleman to guard my back, and there were too many for us.”

Rod grinned, wondering if Loguire knew just how deeply he had been complimented.

He stretched, yawned.” Well, that pretty well brings us up to date. Anybody got a poker deck?”

The two Loguires frowned, puzzled; but a flicker of recognition passed in Big Tom’s eyes.

Rod smiled sourly at the big peasant, and Tom’s face turned wooden. He stared back at Rod.

“Oh, come on now, Tom!” Rod snapped. “Your secret’s official knowledge now. No more point to playing games, is there?”

Tom glowered at him; then slowly, his face livened again, to a brooding, meditative look.

He leaned back against the wall, half closing his eyes. “Aye, tha hast

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