Hah. What kind of a fool relies on Limbane?
‘Ow,’ said Limbane in sudden annoyance, slapping at his neck. I saw a tiny flash of red: he was, once again, bleeding.
Satisfied? I enquired of Rikbeek.
I received in response a glow of smug contentment, wordless but profound.
Limbane’s gaze focused on me and his eyes narrowed. Suspicion.
I mean, whatever else Limbane may be — annoying, aggravating, obnoxious — he is not stupid.
‘Carrying any passengers, Lady Glostrum?’ he asked of me, in a tone of mild interest. ‘Small, swift, biting passengers, by any chance?’
I decided it was time to go. ‘I will see you at Sulayn Phay,’ I told him firmly.
He replied only by way of a sour look and a dismissive wave.
‘How did it go?’ Tren said a little later.
‘Limbane would be delighted to help us. He
