Maybe I Will Chapter Nine
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Beka POV:
I slipped slowly into consciousness, like a good brandy dripping into your gut. (Quote from a book; NOT a Tammy one. Guess which!) There was a dull throbbing in my throat, and it took me a while to figure out why.
Oh, yeah. The knife.
I tried to open my eyes, and was rewarded with the sight of a stone ceiling. About to sit up, I heard voices. Loud voices, coming nearer. I quickly shut my eyes again, feigning unconsciousness. We were obviously still in Srimfor's palace and the cove what slit my throat lived here, and was in a position of importance. The door was thrown open, and the voices followed.
"You stay away from her!" I tried not to smile. That was Rosto. Good. That means he's okay.
"Oh? And why should I obey your orders, Piper? As I recall, this is my palace, and I obey no-one!" Who's that, I wonder? Couldn't be Srimfor, could it? Rosto's right. I am getting sarcasm from Pounce.
"It won't work, Klyminet. She won't stay here."
"And why do you say that? Maybe you don't know your little doxie as well as you think." I could practically feel the anger coming from Rosto. Not good. Attaching the Rogue of Scanra isn't exactly going to put us in his good books.
"He's right, Klyminet. I'm not gonna stay here any longer than necessary." I opened my eyes and sat up, trying not to wince as the throbbing in my throat increased. Srimfor was glaring at me.
"Beka! You're awake!" That was Kora, and she and Erskren walked in the doorway. They grinned at me, then turned to Rosto and Srimfor, standing as though they were guards. I looked at Srimfor. He was watching me with an almost hungry expression. I sighed. This was going to be hard.
Rosto POV:
I had been walking to Beka's room in the healer's wing when I ran into Srimfor. He was grinning, and that made me nervous.
'Where are you headed, Piper?" I disliked his tone even more than his smile. I shrugged, feigning indifference.
"Nowhere important. You?" He watched me from the corner of his eye.
"I am going to see that Dog friend of yours. Join me." It was not a suggestion, but a command. I shrugged again, and continued to walk beside him.
"Why are you interested in her?" He looked at me again.
"I mean to ask her to stay as one of my rushers. From what I hear, she's very good." I laugh. Loudly.
"Beka? A rusher? Not unless you magic her. There's a reason she does her job so well. Hates Rats with a passion, that one."
"Maybe I will have a mage spell her. I cannot afford to lose a valuable fighter." He glanced meaningfully at me. I ignored it.
"You'll have many of her friends coming for you."
"And why should I worry about you and her little friends coming for me?" I glared at him.
"Because her 'little friends' include the best Dogs of Corus, the Lord Provest, and the Lady Knight Sabine." I wasn't sure of the last one, but he didn't care.
"I have powerful allies as well. Maybe I am not afraid of these friends of hers." We were nearing the healer's wing, and our voices were rising.
"You stay away from her!" We had entered the wing and were nearing the bed. She was still asleep, sweet gixie.
"Oh? And why should I obey your orders, Piper? As I recall, this is my palace, and I obey no-one!" He's right. I can't order him around. I try another approach.
"It won't work, Klyminet. She won't stay here."
"And why do you say that? Maybe you don't know your little doxie as well as you think." Now I was mad. How dare he call her a doxie! Before I could respond, however, another voice interrupted me.
"He's right, Klyminet. I'm not gonna stay here any longer than necessary." I looked at Beka in surprise as she opened her eyes and sat up, wincing slightly. Srimfor glared at her.
"Beka! You're awake!" I glanced at the doorway as Kora and Erskren walked in. How did he get a day off?. They smiled at Beka, then stood by her, more guarding her than anything else. Srimfor was eyeing Beka now, in a way that was very inappropriate. It made me sick. Beka sighed, as though she sensed the battle to come.
"He's right, eh? You'll refuse my offer? You haven't even heard it yet!" Beka simply looked at me. She didn't seem to want to look at Klyminet.
"I'll not stay in Scanra as a rusher. You should keep your voice down in the halls. It echoes." And Beka has the ears of a cat. Aloud, I said nothing.
"I can offer plenty of money."
"I have all that I need for the moment." That's Beka for you. As greedy as I am law-abiding.
"I can give comfortable homes, and food and comfort, for your friends and family." Here I had to chuckle quietly. Where could her family receive better care than in the Provest's Home? Beka seemed to agree, as she gave a contemplative look, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.
"Hmm… My family is living as well as can be expected, giving their situation…" Kora snorted, and Erskren was turning slightly red from holding in laughter. "And all my friends are fine. Any other bribes you'd care to try?" I nearly groaned. If there's one thing I have learned here, it is too not bait this man. He was grinning again.
"There is one more…"
Dun Dun DUN!! Sorry for the cliffy, but, uh… I enjoy leaving you in suspense! (Okay, okay, I have writers block...) Anyway, any suggestions, comments, questions, or answers to my questions, can be put into a review form, and will all be considered (and mentioned) in my next chapter.
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