?It should have been expected,? grumbled the man into his mug. The clattering of drinks and rousing chorus of song lead by the bard could not hide the comment from Ewan?s ears. Not when he focused so completely on the man from his own shadowed table nearby. It had taken two days as he anticipated to get him this far. The fletching of the arrows as well as the signs on hands and worker boots of the slain assassins had taken him to the neighboring barony west of Yransea.
Keefe had been struck at the idea, so set was he on believing Geofsson to be behind the attack that Ewan going in the opposite direction from the lord?s lands brought up a heated argument. Ewan was not dissuaded, and so arrived at the first inn on the edge of the barony at the late hour of carousing when laborers fled their homes of work after dinner to share their thoughts, swap tales, and sing through a stupor.
?Expected, is it?? the man?s companion chuckled which choked him up, so he hacked and coughed the phlegm loose and spat it on the floor behind him. ?Yransea family?s got more power than the King nearby. Damn fool to attack them, says I.?
?You aren?t known to be a thinking sort,? the third fellow ridiculed his friend with a companionable smile. ?No others to take that seat if the three little ones are out of the way. Lyana?s not about to start playing the lady now and curb her lust for the sword.?
?Wish she had lust for my sword,? the second said accompanied by a crude motion of his tongue.
It had earned him a clout to the back of the head by the first man. ?Shutup, you. Tithes go to the baron and baroness, she who is Lady Lyana?s sister. Speak respectably of them.?
?What for? Wasn?t it you just then saying the attack shoulda been expected? How?s that respectable??
Ewan tilted his head down and away, keeping an ear directly at their table. The first spoke soft, ?Just what Bearyl said. Makes an easy opening to the seat. Too many a lord wanting the rich prosperous land of Yransea. Could name a few myself.?
?You? When?d you get tied up in the mess of the nobles?? The first man?s companions started to grin, catching on to his boasting. ?Went to dine with them last week, did ya??
?They asking for your advice on the state of the world now, Leifes?? Bearyl joined in.
?No,? Leifes grumbled. ?Just know things as all.? The other men laughed and continued their ribbing.
Ewan was certain the Liefes did. Certain because of the look in his eyes. Certain from the cautious tension in hunched shoulders. Certain in the words spoken and hinted. A motion to drink, though the liquid of his tankard barely touched his lips, Ewan rubbed at the false scar created from glue and flesh that marred his dyed whiskers, now black as his hair. He let the man drink and rose in chorus as the man made to depart.
The road would be dark. Leifes should have taken more precautions.
Keefe had been struck at the idea, so set was he on believing Geofsson to be behind the attack that Ewan going in the opposite direction from the lord?s lands brought up a heated argument. Ewan was not dissuaded, and so arrived at the first inn on the edge of the barony at the late hour of carousing when laborers fled their homes of work after dinner to share their thoughts, swap tales, and sing through a stupor.
?Expected, is it?? the man?s companion chuckled which choked him up, so he hacked and coughed the phlegm loose and spat it on the floor behind him. ?Yransea family?s got more power than the King nearby. Damn fool to attack them, says I.?
?You aren?t known to be a thinking sort,? the third fellow ridiculed his friend with a companionable smile. ?No others to take that seat if the three little ones are out of the way. Lyana?s not about to start playing the lady now and curb her lust for the sword.?
?Wish she had lust for my sword,? the second said accompanied by a crude motion of his tongue.
It had earned him a clout to the back of the head by the first man. ?Shutup, you. Tithes go to the baron and baroness, she who is Lady Lyana?s sister. Speak respectably of them.?
?What for? Wasn?t it you just then saying the attack shoulda been expected? How?s that respectable??
Ewan tilted his head down and away, keeping an ear directly at their table. The first spoke soft, ?Just what Bearyl said. Makes an easy opening to the seat. Too many a lord wanting the rich prosperous land of Yransea. Could name a few myself.?
?You? When?d you get tied up in the mess of the nobles?? The first man?s companions started to grin, catching on to his boasting. ?Went to dine with them last week, did ya??
?They asking for your advice on the state of the world now, Leifes?? Bearyl joined in.
?No,? Leifes grumbled. ?Just know things as all.? The other men laughed and continued their ribbing.
Ewan was certain the Liefes did. Certain because of the look in his eyes. Certain from the cautious tension in hunched shoulders. Certain in the words spoken and hinted. A motion to drink, though the liquid of his tankard barely touched his lips, Ewan rubbed at the false scar created from glue and flesh that marred his dyed whiskers, now black as his hair. He let the man drink and rose in chorus as the man made to depart.
The road would be dark. Leifes should have taken more precautions.