Death of a King by Robert Evert

Author:Robert Evert
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2018-02-14T17:04:23+00:00

PART THREE

Chapter Eighteen

The morning after his encounter with Sir Edris, Magnus marched along the winding cobblestone streets to Eryn Mas’s third level, cursing under his breath. People were watching him; but he didn’t care how ridiculous he appeared. He’d had the entire night to screw up his courage, and he was bound and determined to tell that fat sod, Sir Edris, a thing or two.

The knight wasn’t actually fat. Not really. He was big—damned big. But clearly being called fat got on his nerves. Magnus had a whole litany of snide things he was going to say as soon as he saw him.

Threatening to kick his head down the street? Well, Magnus would kick his head down the street, the porker!

That was a good one. Porker! He’d have to call him that. Boy, that’d get his face red! The fat swine, porker!

And there was that other one. The normal-sized one with the sword—Reg. Magnus was going to tell him—actually, he hadn’t said anything too offensive. Regardless, Magnus was going to give him a piece of his mind.

He’d call him a…a henchman!

“You and your worthless henchman…”

No. That wouldn’t cut very deep. What would the other guy hate to hear? Let’s see, he was kind of tall, but not overly so. He didn’t look like a giant or anything. He was muscular, but nowhere near as muscular as the knight—

Oh! He’d call him scrawny! The henchman would hate that. He’d feel all self-conscious because he was always with Sir Fat Ass.

“I beg your pardon?”

Looking around, Magnus realized that he was in the middle of a crowded street directly in front of Natalie’s shop. A distinguished gentleman with long black hair pulled into a ponytail and holding a walking stick glowered at him.

“Sorry?” Magnus asked, noting the other people staring at him. Thankfully they went about their way. The last thing he needed was a mob beating the snot out of him.

The gentleman took a menacing step closer. “You called me a…‘fat ass.’”

For all his trappings of being a gentleman of high standing, even nobility, there was a gleam in the man’s dark eyes hinting that Magnus was in danger of getting his bell rung, if not worse.

“Oh! I’m, I’m terribly—” Another group of shoppers jostled Magnus as they pushed past. Magnus spun slightly, suddenly noticing that everything in the crazy shop was gone. It was completely empty. Even the suit of armor with the hole was missing.

What the—?

The angry gentleman loomed over Magnus.

“Oh! I’m—” Magnus peeled his gaze away from the barren window. “I’m awfully sorry, my good sir.” He bowed, sneaking a peek at the shop again. It was still empty. The lady was gone. She up and left. How could she have move everything in one night?

“How did who move everything?”

“What? Oh.” Magnus pointed to the shop and then forced himself to face the gentleman. “I’m sorry. You see, I worked there. I didn’t work there, there. But I worked for the woman who owned the place. Or ran it. I’m not too sure if she owned it or ran it.

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