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."
Darll objected. "When I half-kill ten men, I leave only
five left alive. I beat them badly, but that wasn't the charge
against me, anyway, unless you count resisting arrest."
"True enough, sir," Graym said agreeably. "You
scarpered the town treasury and then nicked a hay wagon."
"Nice way to put it. A real sophisticate, you are."
"Assault, theft, intoxication, breaking and entering,
reckless endangerment, incitement to stampede, vandalism,
arson." He paused. "That's the lot, isn't it, sir?"
"Still and all," Darll said stubbornly, "it WAS a first offense."
"First offense?" Graym gaped. "From you, sir?"
"Well, for this sort of crime."
Graym shook his head. "You tell your side of it well,
sir, but I have a contract."
"It's the money, then."
"No, sir." Graym shook his head violently. "I gave a
promise. Even if I persuaded the others to agree to forfeit
the twentypiece we have coming, I'd still be unable -
outstanding warrant and all - to go back to Sarem and return
the ten - " He felt in his pocket. . . .
He sighed, didn't bother feeling in his other pockets.
Darll, watching his face, smiled. "Cunning little
things."
"Thrifty, too," Graym muttered.
*****
By midday, they had reached the top of the first large
hill - low and rocky, with a fault crack running across it.
Jarek, scouting ahead for the easiest route for the cart on the
broken road, returned, announcing, "People coming." Fen
said fearfully, "What if they're robbers?" Fan added, "Or
maybe they're the bounty hunters
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