“Some here might still know me,” he said. “Terrel did not hide the fact that it was I who bought his house, and his shop.” He stood up. “There- fore I see no reason for further subterfuge on my part.” He picked up his sword belt and buckled it about his waist.
“Tomorrow,” he addressed the two, “I will ride into town at dawn. I will go straight to Terrel’s home. Let those who might care know that I am here. You two must remember: You do not know me, I do not know you. Since Lady Marissa is a friend of Sarah’s, and I will be staying at her house, we will have plenty of opportunity to get to know one another.”
He smiled and turned to go.
“Ah, one last thing, Targ.” The mercenary just looked up. “Tomor- row, go to the guild. Get a few guards for this house, especially a good bowman. From now on I want both houses under constant surveillance.”
“You expect someone to make a move?” Targ asked. Cade shrugged.
“If they do not, I will.” And with that he was gone- Targ got up and locked the door. He could see no trace of Cade in the night, and if he couldn’t, no one he knew could.
“Well, what do you think?” he said.
“I don’t know. He’s strange,” Marissa answered, “scary.” Targ snorted. “He is a fanatic, a madman.” Targ sat down and reached for the wine. “And probably the most dangerous man I have ever met.” There was fear in Targ’s gray eyes, and that made Marissa shiver. What- ever could scare the strange mercenary was nothing she wanted to deal with. What had that old merchant Rotten her involved in?