Before he could ask what they were about, he noticed the sudden silence of the crowd assembled for the joust. Curious, he followed. Such cognitive matters claimed his wits more oft than naught. He supposed it to be a flaw in his soul. As they approached the lists, a single feminine voice talking ...
“A favour? Can’t imagine what she’d owe you for.” Max shrugged. “Years ago I got her out of a couple of sticky situations with the authorities,” he lied to Brenner. His recent inclination to be overly economical with the truth surprised even him. “She was, and still is, very grateful.” “You’ve qu...