Sunday, July 27, 2014

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“Hexblood,” Cell murmured, glancing at the boy as Sithe lay him flat on the table where they had just been sitting. “Slow. Painful. He’ll be conscious again in a few hours ... but he won’t want to be. Whomever used this on him wanted to prove a point.” He turned to glance at Godric and Sythius.

“Scratch,” Godric said, directing the word to Sithe. The matron stiffened. “Vincent was right.  Found him out behind the new godsmith’s place.” He clapped Sythius on the elbow — it was the best he could do, given the man’s more-than-impressive height of seven feet. “Our big friend here had some choice words for the black-hearted shit. And by words, I mean fists.” When this didn’t get the reaction he was looking for, Godric's hopeful expression dwindled. Deadpan, he finally just said: “The damn assassin’s dead.”

This caught Sithe’s attention. She whirled on a heel, her blazing blue eyes boring into Godric’s soul. “Dead?!” She stared at Sythius. “You killed him?”

Sythius scowled, but not out of anger; again, he was a picture in confusion.

He gestured to the boy. Sithe remembered that his name was William. A friend of one of her boys. “You were protecting this boy,” Sithe guessed.

Sythius nodded, decisively. His head went up, down, exactly once.

“Well, you certainly look capable of protecting,” Sithe muttered.

“Good thing he did, too,” Cell said, approaching the table. “Judging by the fact that he isn’t vomiting up his innards ...” He lifted one of William’s eyelids. “Eyes aren’t bloodshot, either. The assassin didn’t have the chance to give him the cap. Most people don’t realize that’s the fatal part. Hexblood is a two-step poison. This boy’s only got the one. He should recover.” He glanced at Sithe. “Any experience with medicine, Milady Breckenridge?”

Sithe scowled, eyes flitting across William, Cell, and Sythius.

She shook her head, and sighed. As she spoke next, it seemed obvious to everyone except Sythius that the words were the precise opposite of any she might have wanted to say at this moment.

“... Not for this. But I know who to call.”

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