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"Like the good old days?" "Better!" boomed Thal. At just this instant the young Lord Ghek appeared. There were scratches on his cheek, acquired during the ride with Fani across his saddlebow. He looked thrilled by his victory but uneasy about his prize. "What's this about prisoners with fancy news?" he demanded. "What is it?" "Don Loris!" whooped Thal. "Long Live the Lady Fani!"
That is a vein which would be bridled: Parce, puer, stimulis, et fortius utere loris. And generally, men ought to find the difference, between saltness and bitterness. Certainly, he that hath a satirical vein, as he maketh others afraid of his wit, so he had need be afraid of others' memory.
"Moreover," he observed, "gratitude for actions done on Darth does not entitle you to judge of my actions on Walden. While you might and even should feel obliged to defend me in all things I have done on Darth, your obligation to me does not let you deny that I may have acted less defensibly on Walden." Don Loris looked extremely uneasy. "I may have thought something like that," he admitted.
"I guess so," I responded, wondering how Loris had managed to obtain that passport, and if it would have served to get me through if I had started from the city instead of making that long détour to Kutno. I assured my host that the state of affairs in the city of terror I had left was indescribable, and I'd rather not discuss it.
They rode away. There would be no immediate pursuit, and possibly none at all. Don Loris had left Hoddan at breakfast on the battlements. The Lady Fani would make as much confusion over his disappearance as she could. But there'd be no search for him until Don Loris had made his deal. Hoddan was sure that Fani's father would have an enjoyable morning. He would relish the bargaining session.
Men came out of it and took the horses. Hoddan dismounted, and it seemed to him that he creaked as loudly as the gate. Thal swaggered, displaying coins he had picked from the pockets of the men the stun-pistols had disabled. He said splendidly to Hoddan: "I go to announce your coming to Don Loris. These are his retainers. They will give you to drink."
Suddenly she cried: "Where is Loris? What have they done with my boy?" "It is time you inquired," said her husband, reproachfully. "I doubt if he remembers you." Louise broke into a merry laugh. "Not know his mamma? Indeed! We shall see!" Going to a table, she rang a bell, which was immediately answered by a liveried servant. "Bring me my Loris," she cried.
"There's a foreign man outside, sir, and I think he's asking for you; but I can't make out half he says, not even his name, though it sounds like Miskyploff!" "Mishka!" I shouted, making for the door. Mishka it was, grim, gaunt, and travel-stained; and as he gripped my hands I knew, without a word spoken, that Loris was dead.
"I'll try you for one voyage," he told them. "There will be plunder. There will be pirate revels. If you serve faithfully and fight well, I'll return you to Don Loris' stronghold with your loot after the one voyage. If you don't " He grinned mirthlessly at them "out the air lock with you, to float forever between the stars. Understand?" The last was pure savagery. They cringed.
The priest's head had struck the pavement with such force that his skull was crushed and a crimson stream of blood gushed from his lips and nostrils, his body quivered, his maimed arm fell heavily at his side. Mikail, the Jew-hater, had ceased to exist. For a moment Loris was dazed and conscience-stricken. To kill a priest was a serious crime.
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