"Jeez." He coughed. A rasping bite that seized his throat and shook his shoulders for what seemed an eternity. "Only time you came up empty handed."
"Lord Hawley's the man I left them with, after I was forced to walk a mile along the freezing highway in the pitch dark looking for you, because you messed up. And you know what that night cost me in terms of Matthew and what Starkadder did to him. How I found him. How he lay there. How he'd died. So if you think you can beat Lord Hawley to Lord Koorecroft's, if you think any of us are going to steal for you again, door's there. Go on. Be our guest."
"Whot? While I'm bein' your guest, you bolt? Is that it? Nice try, Saff. You always was a class act. But, did I say anythin' about stealin'? Who said anythin' about stealin'? You bein' in my bed
