“What can I get you. Uncle StrieeEEEE!”
She was staring past him when she broke off to emit that loud, pro- longed e sound- Her seated “uncle” astonished her by the speed with which he rose, pounced three feet sidewise, and whirled. An obscenely long knife had appeared in his hand. He and Avenestra stared at the intruder while the latter stared at the big man and the ready blade nearly as long as a sword.
He was dark, lean and rangy at medium height. Jet black of hair and the eyebrows that almost met above a falcate nose. His eyes were nearly as black as his hair. He wore a plain green tunic, nicely tanned leather leggings, short buskins, and several knives. They included one that was a mate to Strick’s outsized blade. Lifting his gaze to Strick’s blue eyes, he elevated his arms a bit as well.
“Mother Shipri have mercy. Hansel” Avenestra said. “Only you could have gotten in here ‘thout being seen by Frax ‘n’ Wints ‘n’ me! But when did you get back in town? I thought maybe you was dead!”
” ‘Were’ dead, Avenestra, damn it,” Strick said without turning or looking at all away from the intruder, “and get out of here. Tell Frax and Wintsenay to be still, and hold visitors for a few minutes.”
“That’s really Avenestra?” the intruder said a few seconds later. “She sure looks better’n she used to. Even working on getting fat’ Yours?”
“My ‘niece,’ assistant, and sometime cook, and that’s all. I told Ahdio what you said: that you hadn’t taken the red cat, but that it followed you, even out on the desert.”