“Cardinal, tell the warlord the promise I gave to you if, by some chance, we should meet again.”
I removed the sword from his throat but held it close to my side. One swift motion and the round shaped prelate would be eviscerated. The prelate knew me well. He made no move to escape. Gulping, his complexion was as pale as a ghost, he put his free hand to his throat to stem the blood seeping down his neck and did as he was told.
“The Bretan promised to feed my entrails to the carrion birds. Be wary, Mulin Pah! The man is like a demon with the sword. He can cut us all down in the blinking of an eye and long before any of your men could react in time. Give him what he wants and be done with it!”
From the balcony, The Inn of Many Delights roared and crackled in a furious inferno. Thick clou
