“He flatters me. Who do you look for?”
“Amis Lafitte.”
The little man’s eyes flickered to Imelda, then back to Marion. “I know the name of course. He has a fearsome reputation. He is rumoured to be a bandit.”
“So I hear. I mean only to speak with him. I can promise that I will do him no harm.”
Meredith laughed. “No, I can see that. He will still be unhappy if I said where he might be found, even to someone as pretty as you.”
“Mister Lafitte will not hear your name from us,” said Marion. “I swear it.”
Meredith looked thoughtful. He tilted his head slowly from one side to the other. “Even so…”
“Aled also asked us to remind you about a debt regarding a knife,” said Marion.
The surgeon gave a slight sigh and smoothed an eyebrow. “I will visit him tomorrow and settle our account. I have
