Thieves World 2 – Tales From The Vulgar Unicorn by Asprin, Robert

you is that of your own guilt.’

She averted her eyes from his face and collected her cards carefully lest her

trembling fingers send the deck flying across the rough-hewn floors. She shook

out her cloak, getting relief from her anger in the whip-like snap of the heavy

material.

‘I’ve answered your questions. I’ll take my payment, if you please.’ She

extended her hand, still not looking at his face.

Walegrin unfastened the suede pouch from his belt and placed it on the table.

‘I’ll get the torch and we can leave for the bazaar.’

‘No, I’ll take the torch and go alone.’

‘The streets are no place for a woman after dark.’

‘I’ll get by – I did before.’

‘I’ll have one of my men accompany you.’

‘All right,’ Illyra agreed, inwardly relieved by the compromise.

From the speed with which the soldier appeared Illyra guessed he had been right

outside all along and party to everything that had passed. Regardless, the man

took the torch and walked slightly ahead of her, attentive to duty but without

any attempt at conversation until they reached the bazaar gates where Illyra had

to step forwards to guide them both through the maze of stalls.

She took her leave of the man without farewell and slipped into the darkness of

her home. Familiarity obviated need for light. She moved quickly and quietly,

folding the clothes into a neat bundle and storing the precious pouch with her

few other valuables before easing into the warm bed.

‘You’ve returned safely. I was ready to pull on my trousers and come looking for

you. Did he give you all that he promised?’ Dubro whispered, settling his arms