An Army of Heroes (The Last Great Hero Book 3) by Scott J Robinson

Author:Scott J Robinson [Robinson, Scott J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-04T22:00:00+00:00

Thersday

Rawk sat up. He’d been lying in bed for hours but wasn’t within miles of sleeping. A dwarf healer had stitched his leg and she’d also taken a look at his arm. Everything hurt. His whole life hurt.

The door opened.

“How long have you been here?” Travis asked.

Rawk shrugged. “Does it matter? What time is it?”

“An hour after dawn. Were you out with Celeste and Grint? They didn’t sing last night.”

“Were they supposed to? I didn’t even think we would be open.”

“Yes. I had to pull a performer in off the street.”

“You did not.”

“I did. Well, Ferran was on the front porch, and that’s close enough to the street.”

“Close enough.”

“So, do we fire them?”

Rawk raised an eyebrow. “Celeste and Grint? You’re kidding? They get a lot more leeway than that.”

Travis grunted. “Are you having breakfast?”

“No. I have to go see Weaver.”

“About Sylvia?”

“Of course.”

When he stood up, Rawk realized he was still wearing the black breaches and old boots he’d worn on the rescue mission the night before. If Travis noticed anything, which of course he did, then he didn’t say. Rawk stripped off and headed for the shower in next room. He was pushing past the heavy tapestry that hid the doorway, wincing at the pain in his arm, when Travis spoke again.

“I spoke to Natan last night.”

Rawk paused.

“I asked him what he does for money.”

Rawk didn’t say anything.

“He didn’t answer again.”

“He works for Weaver.”

“He does? How do you know? Doing what?”

“I saw him in the palace yesterday. And he didn’t really say. He certainly didn’t admit to being a spence.”

“So he could do anything. Weaver hires all sorts of people. Weaver hates magic.”

Rawk nodded. He looked up at the priceless tapestry that hid the doorway. He hadn’t known it was priceless when he put it there. “Take this thing down,” he said. “Move it down to the office.” And he slipped through into the hallway. A minute he was examining the shower and wondering how he could use it without getting all of his bandages wet. He took a washcloth, held it under the warm water, and used it to wipe the sweat and grime from his body. It wasn’t the same at all.

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