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When Devin heard the jingle of horses approaching through the greyness, he realized that the Triad, for once, were holding open palms toward themOr that, alternatively, the goddesses and the god had decided to give them a chance to do something fatally rashHe pressed himself as flat as he could to the wet ground of the gullyHe thought of Catriana and the Duke, warm and sheltered with Taccio in Ferraut
A company of about a dozen Barbadian mercenaries materialized out of the grey landscapeThey were laughing and singing in boisterous exuberanceTheir horses’ breath and their own made white puffs of smoke in the coldFlat in the gully Devin watched them go byHe heard Baerd’s soft breathing beside himThe Barbadians stopped at the gates of what had once been Nievolene landsThey tiffany silver jewelry weren’t anymore, of course; not since the confiscations of the fallThe company leader dismounted and strode to the locked gatesWith a flourish that drew cheers and laughter from his men he unlocked the iron gates with two keys on an ornate chain
“First Company,” Alessan murmured under his breathHis first words in hours
They watched the gates swing open and saw the horses canter throughThe last man locked the iron gates behind him
Baerd and Alessan waited another few moments then rose to their feetDevin stood up as well, wincing at how stiff he felt
“We’ll need to find the tavern in the village,” Baerd said, his voice so unusually grim that Devin glanced sharply at him in the growing gloomThe other man’s features were unreadable
“Not to go inside, though,” Alessan prada replica handbags said”What we do here, we do unknownHe pulled a much-creased paper from an inner pocket of his sheepskin vest”Shall we start with Rovigo’s man?”
Rovigo’s man turned out to be a retired mariner who lived in the village a mile to the eastHe told them where the tavern wasHe also, for a fairly significant sum of money, gave them a name: that of a known informer for Grancial and his Second Company of BarbadiansThe old sailor counted his money, spat once, meaningfully, then told them where the man lived, and something of his habits
Baerd killed the informer, strangling him two hours later as he walked along a country lane from his small farm towards the village tavernIt was full-dark by thenDevin helped him carry the body back towards the Nievolene gates and hide it in the gully
Baerd wholesale tiffany didn’t speak, and Devin could think of nothing to sayThe informer was a paunchy, balding man of middle yearsHe didn’t look especially evilHe looked like a man surprised on the way to his favorite tavernDevin wondered if he’d had a wife and childrenThey hadn’t asked Rovigo’s man about that; he was just as happy they hadn’t
They rejoined Alessan at the edge of the villageHe was keeping watch on the tavern from thereWithout speaking he pointed to a large dun-colored horse among those tethered outside the innThe three of them doubled back west half a mile and lay down to wait again, prone and watchful by the side of the road
Devin realized he wasn’t cold anymore, or tired; he hadn’t had time to think about such things
Later that night under the cold white gaze of Vidomni in the mulberry leather clearing winter sky Alessan killed the man they’d been waiting forBy the time Devin heard the soft jingle of the soldier’s horse, the Prince was no longer by his side and it had been mostly accomplished
Devin heard a soft sound, more like a cough than a cryThe horse snorted in alarm, and Devin belatedly rose up to try to deal with the animalBy then, though, he realized that Baerd wasn’t beside him eitherWhen he finally clambered out of the ditch to the road, the soldier, wearing the insignia of the Second Company, was dead and Baerd had the horse under controlThe man, obviously off duty, from the casual look of his uniform, had evidently been on his way back to the border fortThe Barbadian was a big man, they all were, but this one’s face seemed very young under the fendi spy replica moonli