The House of the Stag by Kage Baker

Author:Kage Baker [Baker, Kage]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Fantasy, C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780765317452
Publisher: Tor
Published: 2008-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Gard was mulling that over when Mr. Bracket wandered in, yawning, still in the clothes he had worn the previous night.

“Morning, Smith. May I just say I thought you did well, for a novice?”

“Thank you.”

Bracket sat down beside Gard and eyed him critically. “Found a patroness last night, did you?”

“No.”

“Ah.” Bracket looked over at the properties shed, where there was a faint clatter as Satra hung up the Dark Lord’s armor. “I see. Well, better luck tonight. A word of advice, my friend?”

“If you like.”

“Drama’s delightful on a stage, but a damnable thing in a bedroom.”

“I’ll remember that. Thank you.”

Mr. Carbon wandered in from the street, clutching a paper sack. “Look at these!” He hefted the sack. “Yesterday’s rolls from the bakery. One copper piece for the lot, can you imagine? Have some. I’ve lots.”

“Ooh, Master Wizard, can’t you magic up some food for us?” quoted Bracket absently, helping himself to a roll and handing one to Gard. They were sitting there chewing laboriously when a bright trumpet-call came from the street.

“That’ll be a runner with the broadsheets,” said Bracket, and leaping up, he sprinted to the gate that opened on the street. The runner in her red uniform was just passing, a roll of the fresh-printed stuff under her arm.

“Here!” Bracket tossed her a coin. She peeled off a sheet and handed it to him, as Clarn and Pulkas edged past her and came into the yard.

“Reviews, is it?” said Pulkas. “Don’t expect them to be good. Plater was in the front row last night, you know.”

“Who?” Gard looked curiously at the wide sheet of cheap paper, as Bracket returned with it.

“One of Deliantiba’s literary lights,” said Carbon.

“He wishes,” said Clarn, delving into the bag of rolls. “He’s a bastard.”

“Is that the broadsheet?” Satra emerged from the properties shed.

“The fellow in the purple tunic, Wolkin,” said Bracket, scanning the rows of print. “Perhaps you noticed? Stared without blinking or smiling the whole time.”

“At least he pays attention,” said Satra.

“Bloody hell, here’s more war rumors. I don’t care whether Parrackas or Skalkin gets the throne, but I wish they’d just fight a duel like plain men and get it over with. Here we are: ‘Shadow of the Dark Lord, at Tinwick’s Theater. A review by Enokas Plater. Attan Tinwick continues his worthwhile effort to present the classical Epic in its purest form. Last night’s entertainment, while solid overall, nevertheless put us in mind of the manifest truth that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link.’ “

“Oh, here it comes,” said Clarn, groaning.

“ ‘The story was yet another of Mr. Tinwick’s brilliant and moving variations on the Great Theme. Kendon (played with splendid gravity and sincerity by newcomer Wolkin Smith; we hope to see more of him, as he seems to have an innate understanding of heroic solemnity) is, unbeknownst to himself, the last heir of the nearly extinguished line of Northern Kings. He is living in poverty and obscurity when his old tutor, the Wizard, brings him

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