Chapter fourteen
Deviltry under the MoonsThey were a right rapscallion bunch. They met in the damp and tumbledown house of Yolande the Gregarian because Silda was tired of trying to meet where fights kept erupting. She had provided silver to buy wine and food and she wanted to complete her orders before they all fell down paralytic. When the time came, she promised herself, there’d be damn little if any wine, by the broken teeth and oozing eyes of Sister Melga the Harpy Herself!
“Well, I dunno,” said Crafty Kando, sounding most cool.
“It’s against reason,” said Rundle the Flatch, a low-browed, tangle-haired fellow with half an ear missing.
“Since when, Rundle,” said Lon the Knees, taking a handful of palines from the red pottery dish, “have you and reason been on speaking terms?”
As R
