Saturday, July 29, 2006
New Beginning 17
“That,” said Kasian, the King of the Tantey, “is not how you begin a revolution.”
The main room of The Rose and Phoenix fell silent. The minstrel who was playing Orpheus’ love song to Eurydice, the mute woman who was paying her board by acting as barmaid that week, and the former assassin who had spent several hours telling him stories about the Lord of Ysthar all looked at him. The woman with whom he had frolicked away the night before after telling her rather too much about his brother stopped playing with his feet. The three pirates who were the object of his criticism stirred ominously.
The tall man with the oiled beard glowered. “Who asked you?”
“No one,” Kasian replied amicably; “but you’re still going about it wrong.”
The deaf, one-armed midget continued kneading Kasian's shoulders, unaware a conversation was taking place. A man who would soon stand and say something stood and said, "You're right." He drew a dagger and flung it at the King. It embedded itself in the King's throat; he slumped forward on the table as his blood gushed from the wound.
The owner of The Rose and Phoenix knelt before the fire, wondering how he might bed the mute woman without his wife's knowledge, while the man who had thrown the dagger, mug of ale in hand, saluted the three pirates and said, "That's how you begin a revolution."