Jacob Neriah’s gold ushered him aboard a swift carac, and her competent pilot adroitly sheared through the mistral’s cold breath to set him ashore at Collioure in better time than he’d dared hope. But by the time he disembarked in the fishing port, he had already lost both his traveling companions—one had been shanghaied on the Genoese docks; the other succumbed to fever and died at sea. Gloomy over his lot and necessarily wary—he still carried enough Wunderknechten gold to tempt a blind hermit—Orozco discreetly searched the seedy waterfront inns for someone who might lead him to Armand Perigor. He would sidle into the raucous din of a lamplit auberge and ease through the two-pronged assaults of braying laughter and blaring off-key sea chanties. Bellying up to the bar amidst clouds of pungent blue smoke lilting from pipes of a dozen lands, Orozco would order ale and engage the conversation of the brightest-looking boor within earshot.
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