Noble Dead 2 - Thief of Lives by Barb Hendee & J. C. Hendee

Author:Barb Hendee & J. C. Hendee
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2009-04-23T23:08:16+00:00

After too brief a rest, Leesil found their plans changed slightly. A note for Magiere from Captain Chetnik had been left with the innkeeper. It simply read, I need to speak with you about the incident at the Rowanwood.

They both decided to put off that meeting as long as possible. Leesil was anxious to check on the progress with his new weapons, but Magiere wanted to stop at the sage's guild to provide Wynn with as much information as possible regarding the type of dwelling to search for. Stone constructions with cellars would be foremost. To Leesil, Magiere seemed a bit too relieved by the young sage's apparent willingness to help. The girl could prove useful, but they knew nothing about these supposed scholars from across the ocean.

He agreed to meet Magiere at Lanjov's bank by noon, and then he headed out for Balgavfs smithy, Chap trotting at his side. As they approached the smith's shop, Chap slipped in ahead toward the scent of burning forges and the noisy clang of metal.

The sudden hiss of steam from the forge room filled Leesil's ears upon entering the outer stall. To his surprise, he found Chap dancing along a row of weapons on the west wall. An assortment of spears and swords and even metal quarrels hung in plain view, and the dog was determined to sniff every one of them. The bear-sized smith in his leather apron looked up to see Leesil and the prancing hound, but instead of showing annoyance, Balgavi grinned.

"He yours? A hunter breed?"

"Something like that," Leesil answered. "Chap! Leave those alone and come here."

"Knows his weapons," the smith said. "Keeps coming back to that boar spear. Could skewer a full-grown bull with that."

"Come here, Chap," Leesil insisted.

There were times Chap's presence was a blessing. At other times, the dog's behavior was embarrassing. Chap bounced over, but sniffed everything along the way. He looked up at the smith and wagged his tail.

"Fine animal, rather tall," the smith said. "I've never seen fur like that. My father kept wolfhounds, but their coats turn coarse as they grow up. What breed is he?"

"I don't know. He was a gift," Leesil answered coldly. "Are my weapons finished?"

Balgavi was slightly taken back by his tone. "One's done. Still working on the other."

"You told me you'd have them done in a matter of days," Leesil snapped. "That stiletto I traded is worth ten times the amount of two punching blades."

The smith's face, shiny with steam, clouded over, and he turned on his heel. Walking to the blackened worktable, he picked up an odd spadelike shape in a matching sheath.

"I took two journeymen off paying work to get this done for you. If you can find better than this in two days, take your stiletto back and be my guest."

Pulling the blade from its sheath, Balgavi held it out.

Leesil took it from the smith's hands, examining it carefully. The forward end was shaped like a flattened spade, though slightly elongated to the tip. At

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