The Mammoth Book Of Historical Crime Fiction - Plot & Excerpts
I just wanted to get it over with and away from the city.I crept out from under the iron hound, making certain there was nobody around except the resident stylite, and trotted off to my appointment.I was halfway there when someone called my name.“Victor! Stop!”My first impulse was to flee, but could I elude a company of armed guards? I hesitated and turned to face my fate.My former landlady waddled in my direction. “Victor, why haven’t you been home?”“You locked me out.”Macedonia snorted and waved her hand. “And why did I lock you out? I thought you’d want your paints badly enough to find a few folles for a poor old woman. I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just business.”“I’m giving up painting icons,” I said.“Giving up painting? But why? Such a talent! Such a service to the Lord! How do you intend to pay what you owe me if you give up painting?”“He doesn’t need me to paint icons. He can put any icons he wants anywhere, including on top of the dome of the Great Church or next to the moon.”“And why would he do that for such a wicked race?
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