The Fallen Blade: Act One Of The Assassini - Plot & Excerpts
Atilo ordered. Iacopo bowed, checked the knots holding the gondolino were secure enough to defeat the waves washing over the Molo, and glanced longingly towards the food stalls lining the muddy start of the Riva degli Schiavoni. Darkness came early in winter. But the city still ate late. The Riva looked crowded; with sailors seeking employment most likely, and captains seeking new crews. A tenth of the hiring was paid in advance and went just as fast on one of the whores plying their trade along its length. Another fifth was collected on boarding, and the rest paid at the journey’s end. “I mean it,” Atilo said. Iacopo looked up, surprised. “Wait here. Buy yourself a pie if you want.” Atilo tossed a coin, watching in amusement as Iacopo checked if it was bronze or silver. “But no taverns and no brothels. I expect to find you here when I get back.” Iacopo’s bow was even lower. So low Atilo didn’t see his face. Leaving his servant beside the black gondolino, Atilo stepped between a captain and an Arab who was insisting he knew every sandbank in the mouth of the Nile.
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