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. "And which one of
you," he said firmly, "was the mage?"
He folded his arms. "Now, I know it's been a long,
hard, dusty trip. A man gets thirsty. And you've all known
me as long as you've worn dry pants. I'm not a hard man."
"You're a soft man," Darll said, but wouldn't look him
in the eye.
"I'm a forgiving man."
"Hah! If you were, you'd let me go, but no - "
"It's a matter of principle, sir," Graym said firmly.
"And the money," Jarek reminded him.
"And the money, of course."
"Tenpiece," Darll said bitterly. "Took me straight from
the Bailey of Sarem with a promise and a bag of tenpiece."
"Plus twenty when we get to Krinneor," Fen said.
"When we hand you up," Fan said.
"Thirtypiece." Darll shook his head. "The best fighter in
Goodlund, second or third best in Istar, carted off to prison
for thirtypiece."
"But enough prologuizing." Graym was swaying on his
feet. "I can't stand a fella who prologuizes all the time. Let's
say I'm forgiving and let it go at that. And, now, I'm going
to ask who's been sneaking ale while I wasn't looking. I
expect an honest answer. Who was it?"
Jarek raised one hand.
The Wolf brothers each raised a hand.
Graym looked at them in silence.
Darll raised a hand, his chains pulling the other after it.
After a long pause, Graym sighed. "Good to have it out
in the open at last. Better to be honest with each other, I
say."
" 'True thieves best rob false owners,' " Darll muttered.
"I've always thought that a fine saying, sir," Graym said
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