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"There you are!" he shouted at them. "Father has half the castle turned out looking for you." "Us?" Hadrian asked. "Yes." Fanen nodded. "He wants to see the two thieves in his chambers right away." "You didn't steal the silver or anything, did you, Royce?" Hadrian asked. "I would bet it has more to do with your flirting with Lenare this afternoon and threatening Mauvin just to show off," Royce retorted. "That was your fault," Hadrian said, jabbing his finger at him." - Michael J. Sullivan

"There you are!" he shouted at them. "Father has half the castle turned out looking for you." "Us?" Hadrian asked. "Yes." Fanen nodded. "He wants to see the two thieves in his chambers right away." "You did' steal the silver or anything, did you, Royce?" Hadrian asked. "I would bet it has more to do with your flirting with Lenare this afternoon and threatening Mauvin just to show off," Royce retorted. "That was your fault," Hadrian said, jabbing his finger at him." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Have you ever been in love, Hadrian?" "I'm not sure. How do you tell?" "Love? Why, it's like coming home." Hadrian considered the comment. "What are you thinking?" Bulard asked. Hadrian shook his head. "Nothing." "Yes, you were. What? You can tell me. I'm an excellent repository for secrets. I'll likely forget, but if I don't, well, I'm an old man in a remote jungle. I'm sure to die before I can repeat anything." Hadrian smiled, then shrugged. "I was just thinking about the rain." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Have you ever been in love, Hadrian?" "I'm not sure. How do you tell?" "Love? Why, it's like coming home." Hadrian considered the comment. "What are you thinking?" Bulard asked. Hadrian shook his head. "Nothing." "Yes, you were. What? You can tell me. I'm an excellent repository for secrets. I"ll likely forget, but if I do', well, I'm an old man in a remote jungle. I'm sure to die before I can repeat anything." Hadrian smiled, then shrugged. "I was just thinking about the rain." - Michael J. Sullivan

"You think he's still alive?" Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. "Sure," Hadrian replied without bothering to look. "He's probably sleeping. Why do you ask?" "I was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag?" Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. "I really hadn't thought about it until now." - Michael J. Sullivan

"You think he's still alive?" Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. "Sure," Hadrian replied without bothering to look. "He's probably sleeping. Why do you ask?" "I was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag?" Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. "I really had' thought about it until now." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Hadrian leapt to his feet. Royce was already up. "Don't bother," Esrahaddon told them. "She's dead, and there's nothing you can do. The monster cannot be harmed by your weapons. It-" The two were out the door." - Michael J. Sullivan

"You don't win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid. You end up tripping over your own two feet." (Hadrian)" - Michael J. Sullivan

"If this keeps up, we're going to own Melengar," Hadrian mentioned. "What's this we stuff?" Royce asked. "You're retired, remember?" "Oh? So you'll be leading the Nationalist advance, will you?" "Sixty-forty?" Royce proposed." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Any chance he's turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?" "About as likely as me doing it." Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. "I put him at the top of the list." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Hadrian leapt to his feet. Royce was already up. "Do' bother," Esrahaddon told them. "She's dead, and there's nothing you can do. The monster cannot be harmed by your weapons. It-" The two were out the door." - Michael J. Sullivan

"You do' win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid. You end up tripping over your own two feet." (Hadrian)" - Michael J. Sullivan

"If this keeps up, we"re going to own Melengar," Hadrian mentioned. "What's this we stuff?" Royce asked. "You're retired, remember?" "Oh? So you"ll be leading the Nationalist advance, will you?" "Sixty-forty?" Royce proposed." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Any chance he's turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?" "About as likely as me doing it." Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. "I put him at the top of the list." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Daniel was in the greatest credit amongst the Jews, till the reign of the Roman Emperor Hadrian. And to reject his prophecies, is to reject the Christian religion. For this religion is founded upon his prophecy concerning the Messiah." - Isaac Newton

"Daniel was in the greatest credit amongst the Jews, till the reign of the Roman Emperor Hadrian . And to reject his prophecies, is to reject the Christian religion. For this religion is founded upon his prophecy concerning the Messiah ." - Isaac Newton

"Hadrian shook his head and sighed. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult? They're probably not bad people-just poor. You know, taking what they need to buy a loaf of bread to feed their family. Can you begrudge them that? Winter is coming and times are hard." He nodded his head in the direction of the thieves. "Right?" "I ain't got no family," flat-nose replied. "I spend most of my coin on drink." "You're not helping," Hadrian said." - Michael J. Sullivan

"What's going on?" Royce asked as throngs of people suddenly moved toward him from the field and the castle interior. "I mentioned that you saw the thing and now they want to know what it looks like," Hadrian explained. "What did you think? They were coming to lynch you?" He shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a glass-half-empty kinda guy." "Half empty?" Hadrian chuckled. "Was there ever any drink in that glass?" - Michael J. Sullivan

"Hadrian shook his head and sighed. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult? They"re probably not bad people-just poor. You know, taking what they need to buy a loaf of bread to feed their family. Can you begrudge them that? Winter is coming and times are hard." He nodded his head in the direction of the thieves. "Right?" "I ai' got no family," flat-nose replied. "I spend most of my coin on drink." "You're not helping," Hadrian said." - Michael J. Sullivan

"What's going on?" Royce asked as throngs of people suddenly moved toward him from the field and the castle interior. "I mentioned that you saw the thing and now they want to know what it looks like," Hadrian explained. "What did you think? They were coming to lynch you?" He shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a glass-half-empty kinda guy." "Half empty?" Hadrian chuckled. "Was there ever any drink in that glass?" - Michael J. Sullivan

"Royce turned to Hadrian. "It's supposed to make them look tough, but all it really does is make it easy to identify them as thieves for the rest of their lives. Painting a red hand on everyone is pretty stupid when you think about it." "That tattoo is supposed to be a hand?" Hadrian asked. "I thought it was a little red chicken. But now that you mention it, a hand does make more sense." Royce looked back at Will and tilted his head to one side. "Does kinda look like a chicken." - Michael J. Sullivan

"And you? Did you find the doorknob?" Hadrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair. "I didn't even get close enough to see a door." "Well, look on the bright side"-Hadrian smiled-"at least you weren't captured and condemned to death this time." "That's the bright side?" "What can I say? I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy." - Michael J. Sullivan

"There are still eight of us," Guy pointed out. "Not exactly an even fight." "I was thinking the same thing," Mauvin said. "Sadly, there's no one else here we can ask to join your side." Guy looked at Mauvin, then Hadrian, for a long moment as the men glared across the ash at each other. Then he nodded and lowered his blade. "Well, I can see I'll have to report your misconduct to the archbishop." "Go ahead," Hadrian said. "His body is buried with the rest of them just down the hillside." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Royce turned to Hadrian. "It's supposed to make them look tough, but all it really does is make it easy to identify them as thieves for the rest of their lives. Painting a red hand on everyone is pretty stupid when you think about it." "That tattoo is supposed to be a hand?" Hadrian asked. "I thought it was a little red chicken. But now that you mention it, a hand does make more sense." Royce looked back at Will and tilted his head to one side. "Does kinda look like a chicken." - Michael J. Sullivan

"And you? Did you find the doorknob?" Hadrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair. "I did' even get close enough to see a door." "Well, look on the bright side"-Hadrian smiled-"at least you were' captured and condemned to death this time." "That's the bright side?" "What can I say? I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy." - Michael J. Sullivan

"There are still eight of us," Guy pointed out. "Not exactly an even fight." "I was thinking the same thing," Mauvin said. "Sadly, there's no one else here we can ask to join your side." Guy looked at Mauvin, then Hadrian, for a long moment as the men glared across the ash at each other. Then he nodded and lowered his blade. "Well, I can see I"ll have to report your misconduct to the archbishop." "Go ahead," Hadrian said. "His body is buried with the rest of them just down the hillside." - Michael J. Sullivan

"The image of a free constitution was preserved with decent reverence: the Roman senate appeared to possess the sovereign authority, and devolved on the emperors all the executive powers of government. During a happy period (A.D. 98-180) of more than fourscore years, the public administration was conducted by the virtue and abilities of Nerva, Trajan, Hadrian, and the two Antonines." - Edward Gibbon

"Hadrian drew two swords from his sides in a single elegant motion. He flipped one around letting it spin against his palm once. "Need to get a new grip on this one. It's starting to fray again." He looked at Will. "Shall we get on with this? I believe you were about to rob us." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Royce nodded. "Invest in crossbows. Next time stay hidden and just put a couple bolts into each of your target's chests. All this talking is just stupid." "Royce!" Hadrian admonished. "What? You're always saying I should be nicer to people. I'm trying to be helpful." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Aren't you going to say, I told you so?" Hadrian whispered. "What would be the point in that?" "Oh, so you're saying that you're going to hang on to this and throw it at me at some future, more personally beneficial moment?" "I don't see the point in wasting it now, do you?" - Michael J. Sullivan

"As they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. "There," Hadrian told Royce, "we've got Maribor on our side. Now you can relax." "Actually," Myron said sheepishly, "I was praying for the horses. But I will pray for you as well," he added hastily." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Been meddling, have you?" Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. "You must admit they didn't have much in the way of a defense plan," Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Royce smiled at him. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" - Michael J. Sullivan

"Hadrian drew two swords from his sides in a single elegant motion. He flipped one around letting it spin against his palm once. "Need to get a new grip on this one. It's starting to fray again." He looked at Will. "Shall we get on with this? I believe you were about to rob us." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Royce nodded. "Invest in crossbows. Next time stay hidden and just put a couple bolts into each of your target's chests. All this talking is just stupid." "Royce!" Hadrian admonished. "What? You're always saying I should be nicer to people. I'm trying to be helpful." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Are' you going to say, I told you so?" Hadrian whispered. "What would be the point in that?" "Oh, so you're saying that you're going to hang on to this and throw it at me at some future, more personally beneficial moment?" "I do' see the point in wasting it now, do you?" - Michael J. Sullivan

"As they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. "There," Hadrian told Royce, "we"ve got Maribor on our side. Now you can relax." "Actually," Myron said sheepishly, "I was praying for the horses. But I will pray for you as well," he added hastily." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Been meddling, have you?" Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. "You must admit they did' have much in the way of a defense plan," Hadrian said, pausing to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Royce smiled at him. "You just ca' help yourself, can you?" - Michael J. Sullivan

"Hadrian... as you know an architect of note... put a lot of faith in stones... died peacefully... planning a Temple to Wisdom... still, he's dead. Nero - best not to talk about him - burnt Rome, caused untold misery, deserved to die; died screaming in a summerhouse." - Peter Greenaway

"Will nodded toward Hadrian. "Look at the swords he's carrying. A man wearing one-maybe he knows how to use it, maybe not. A man carries two-he probably don't know nothing about swords, but he wants you to think he does. But a man carrying three swords-that's a lot of weight. No one's gonna haul that much steel around unless he makes a living using them." - Michael J. Sullivan

"You're too visible, Albert," Hadrian explained. "Can't afford to have our favorite noble hauled to some dungeon where they cut off your eyelids or pull off your fingernails until you tell them what we're up to." "But if they torture me, and I don't know the plan, how will I save myself?" "I'm sure they'll believe you after the fourth nail or so," Royce said with a wicked grin." - Michael J. Sullivan

"I need your help." Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. "One last job," Hadrian told him, then added, "I promise." "Is it dangerous?" "Very." "Is there a good chance I'll get killed?" "Odds are definitely in favor of that." Royce nodded, looked down at the scarf in his lap, and replied, "Okay." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Will nodded toward Hadrian. "Look at the swords he's carrying. A man wearing one-maybe he knows how to use it, maybe not. A man carries two-he probably do' know nothing about swords, but he wants you to think he does. But a man carrying three swords-that's a lot of weight. No one's gonna haul that much steel around unless he makes a living using them." - Michael J. Sullivan

"You're too visible, Albert," Hadrian explained. "Ca' afford to have our favorite noble hauled to some dungeon where they cut off your eyelids or pull off your fingernails until you tell them what we"re up to." "But if they torture me, and I do' know the plan, how will I save myself?" "I'm sure they"ll believe you after the fourth nail or so," Royce said with a wicked grin." - Michael J. Sullivan

"I need your help." Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. "One last job," Hadrian told him, then added, "I promise." "Is it dangerous?" "Very." "Is there a good chance I"ll get killed?" "Odds are definitely in favor of that." Royce nodded, looked down at the scarf in his lap, and replied, "Okay." - Michael J. Sullivan

"So," Royce said, "you want us to escape from this prison, kidnap the king, cross the countryside with him in tow while dodging soldiers who I assume might not accept our side of the story, and go to another secret prison so that he can visit an inmate?" Arista did not appear amused. "Either that, or you can be tortured to death in four hours." "Sounds like a really good plan to me," Hadrian declared."Royce?" "I like any plan where I don't die a horrible death." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Another last-minute, good-deed job," Royce grumbled as he stuffed supplies into his saddlebag. "True," Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his shoulder, "but this is at least a paying job." "You should have told him the real reason we saved him from Trumbul- because we wouldn't see the hundred tenents otherwise." "That was your reason. Besides, how often do we get to do royal contracts? If word gets around, we'll be able to command top salaries." "If word gets around, we'll be hanged." - Michael J. Sullivan

"So," Royce said, "you want us to escape from this prison, kidnap the king, cross the countryside with him in tow while dodging soldiers who I assume might not accept our side of the story, and go to another secret prison so that he can visit an inmate?" Arista did not appear amused. "Either that, or you can be tortured to death in four hours." "Sounds like a really good plan to me," Hadrian declared."Royce?" "I like any plan where I do' die a horrible death." - Michael J. Sullivan

"Another last-minute, good-deed job," Royce grumbled as he stuffed supplies into his saddlebag. "True," Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his shoulder, "but this is at least a paying job." "You should have told him the real reason we saved him from Trumbul- because we would' see the hundred tenents otherwise." "That was your reason. Besides, how often do we get to do royal contracts? If word gets around, we"ll be able to command top salaries." "If word gets around, we"ll be hanged." - Michael J. Sullivan



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