Custom Search
Alphabetical Indexes: A - B - C - D - E - F - G - H - I - J - K - L - M - N - O - P - Q - R - S - T - U - V - W - X - Y - Z - 0 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9
Horror Fiction Science Fiction Fantasy Fiction Dramatic Fiction Historic Fiction Noir Fiction Short Story Collections Poetry Collections
Fantasy Fiction
Chronicles of War II: A Desert Ocean
And a King to Sit His Throne
Chapter 12 Page 39
Chronicles of War II: A Desert Ocean
And a King to Sit His Throne
Chapter 12 Page 39
"By all gods, holy and unholy," gasped the coin changer. "It is drawn for... for... an enormous sum! From the vaults of our own Treasury, that of Precinct Four!" He showed the letter to one of his fellows, and they exchanged astonished glances. "It is all in order, I believe. Yet I was unaware we had so much gold on hand! In fact, I was unaware there was so much gold in all of Oreset!" He laid the letters aside, and picked up one of the ancient titles. "The mill," he declared, discarding it for another! "The east barracks! And subtitles to all its individual buildings!" Another, "This is deed to the old public bath, the one down on the square that serves as a cheap brothel now! You know the one, eh, Xavier?" The old man's mate made a sour face and pretended to know nothing, after all. "Here is the monastery outside the walls! By the gods, he owns free lands! And more still! All made out to Ipani, Son of Emmal. Here I hold title to half of all the western fields! How can this be? I thought this to be property of Shimemel of the Round Table!"
"Shimemel is dead, Afram. Your mind is fading in your old age. Do you not recall how he was disemboweled by an illdross last winter?"
"Ah, yes," breathed the old man, as he shuffled through the real estate laid out on his desk. "A fitting end to the miserable bastard, even if I do speak ill of the dead."
Ipani cleared his throat and scooted forward to the edge of his seat. "Er, ehem, ah, if you will look a bit further, Master Afram, you will find a, uh, a deed for this very building, as well. Which means I am, in effect, your new employer."
Afram paled further, and hurriedly sifted through the letters until he found a particular one. Holding it up to the light, he gulped and began to shiver. "I- I do apologize, Sir Ipani! I did not realize!"
"Shimemel is dead, Afram. Your mind is fading in your old age. Do you not recall how he was disemboweled by an illdross last winter?"
"Ah, yes," breathed the old man, as he shuffled through the real estate laid out on his desk. "A fitting end to the miserable bastard, even if I do speak ill of the dead."
Ipani cleared his throat and scooted forward to the edge of his seat. "Er, ehem, ah, if you will look a bit further, Master Afram, you will find a, uh, a deed for this very building, as well. Which means I am, in effect, your new employer."
Afram paled further, and hurriedly sifted through the letters until he found a particular one. Holding it up to the light, he gulped and began to shiver. "I- I do apologize, Sir Ipani! I did not realize!"
FreeSoftwareApps.com - Goooggle.com - Publish-ME.com - SafeFreeDownloads.com - SafeFreeSoftware.com - SafeFreeSoftwareDownload.com