Thieves World 4 – Storm Season by Asprin, Robert

for leaving. I said that until then you need never doubt my intentions or

loyalties. . .

“You laughed at the time, but I was serious. I promised my mind and life to the

person who allowed me to regain my freedom on his trust alone. At the time of

the raid I had not spoken to you about resigning, and while I usually content

myself with protecting your interests and leave the protecting of your life to

yourself and others, I would have been remiss to my oath if I had not at least

tried to rescue you. And, as it turned out, I was able to rescue you.”

The slaver studied his aide’s face. The limbs were softer and the belly fuller

than the angry slave’s who had once struggled wildly with the guards while

shouting his promises-but the face was as gaunt as it ever had been and the eyes

were still bright with intelligence.

“And why was that resignation never offered, Saliman?” Jubal asked softly. “I

know you had other offers. I often waited for you to ask me for more money-but

you never did. Why?”

“I was happy where I was. Working for you gave me an unusual blend of security

and excitement with little personal risk-at least until quite recently. Once, I

used to daydream about being an adventurer or a fearless leader of men. Then, I

met you and learned what it took to lead that sort of life; I lack the balance

of caution and recklessness, the sheer personal charisma necessary for

leadership. I know that now and am content to do what I do best: risking someone

else’s money or giving advice to the person who actually has to make the life