Bitter Gold Hearts by Glen Cook Page B

isn’t dying,” I said. “A sick sense of humor is the first thing that comes back. Imagine. Calling me homely. Never mind that night, Saucer head. When did you see her again?”
    “Yesterday afternoon. She tracked me down at my place.”
    She found him there and told him that I’d recom­mended him for any body guarding she needed done. She had a thing she wanted to do that night but she was nervous and scared and even though she was sure there would be no trouble, she thought it wouldn’t hurt to have somebody along. Just in case. Just to make her more comfortable. After Saucer head agreed to stick with her until she felt she didn’t need him anymore. She went away until shortly before dusk, when she came back with a small open carriage.
    “She have anything with her?”
    “Bunch of cases in the back. The kind women stuff with clothes and things. She wasn’t planning on coming back.”
    “Uhm. She say anything about what she was doing?”
    That was the only time he was a little uncertain about what he ought to tell. He decided I needed everything. “She never said what she was up to. But she was going to meet somebody. And she wasn’t planning on coming back.”
    “Then if you hadn’t been along, she would’ve disap­peared and nobody would’ve known what really hap­pened.” Gods. I blind myself with my own brilliance sometimes.
    “Yeah. You going to let me tell it? Or should I catch a nap while you’re jacking your jaw?”
    “One more thing, then you can get on. Your payment. How and when?”
    “Up front. I always make them pay up front... well, I almost made an exception for her. I took every coin she had, and then she was still half a mark short. I forgave her that and told her she should hold out part of the fee so she wouldn’t short herself. But she said there was no problem, and when we got where we were going, I’d get my other half mark and maybe a nice bonus for being such a sweetheart.”
    “Yeah. That’s Saucer head Tharpe all over. A real sweetheart. All right. Go on.”
    They had moved out in the twilight, Saucer head on horseback behind the carriage. He was lightly armed, but that wasn’t unusual. He preferred to rely on his strength and speed. I didn’t have to ask if he had seen anyone watching or following. He was looking for that and saw nothing. They left the city after dark and headed north at a leisurely pace, not doing any fancy switch backing, not hurrying, and not drawing any special attention. Because he rode behind the buggy most of the way, they didn’t talk much. But there was a three-quarter moon and a clear sky, and he was able to tell she was getting more worried and nervous as the night wore on. She was thoughtful of him and the animals, pausing for several rests.
    About three in the morning they came to a woodland crossroad a couple miles from the famous old battle­ground at Litchfield, where some say the old imperial bones still sometimes get up and stalk around in search of the man who betrayed their commander.
    As is customary at important crossroads, there was a central grass diamond with its tutelary obelisk. Amiranda stopped next to the obelisk where her team could crop grass. She told Saucer head they would wait there. As soon as the person she was meeting showed, he could head back to TunFaire.
    Saucer head dismounted. After working the kinks out he just stood leaning against the buggy, waiting. Amiranda had little to say. An hour dragged past. She became more worried by the minute. Saucer head’s feeble at­tempts to reassure her foundered on his ignorance. She believed her worst fears were coming true. The moon was about to depart the heavens and the east was lightening when Saucer head realized they were no longer alone. An absence of the gossip of birds awak­ening tipped him off. He just had time to warn Amiranda before they charged out of the woods. The moment he saw them he knew they weren’t just road agents.
    “There was at least fifteen of