“An interesting idea, and it
took a human to see it.”
Manny nodded, turning from
the window to look at Alasdair. “A special human, in case you haven’t gathered
that already.”
“I have. It is written on
your face. Not that I approve, but I know there is nothing I can do to stop this.
Does Sofietje know?”
“Yes. I think she feels the
way you do, that there’s not a damned thing she can really do about it either.”
Alasdair chuckled. “Those
could be famous last words, but I doubt that they are. You may be under our
command and expected to do as we order, but we understand the heart, and its
need for love. Just be very certain that he knows that one wrong word could be
the end of you, and possibly him as well.”
“I think he does, but I’ll
make quite sure he understands.’
“Is there any chance that
he’s the one who revealed where you were going when you went after that
Scriostóir?”
Manny bristled for a moment,
and then calmed. He knew it was a logical if unwelcome question. “No. When I
left after Cerdic and Godric’s deaths it was to report in to Sofietje. By the
time I came back Hamlin was gone, so there’s no way he could have known.”
“Very good. Now, to take up
this idea of his. There are two possibilities that I can think of. One, the
Scriostóir was intent on sending you a message that he was not amused by what
you did.”
With a shake of his head,
Manny indicated he disagreed. “This was a Scriostóir I was dealing with. He
would have come after me himself, to make certain I never bothered him or any
of his kind ever again.”
“Quite probably. Therefore,
the other choice is that you have made an enemy, or enemies, who are human and
have no idea what you are.”
“And I suppose those could
be legion, after all the work I did for Cerdic.”
“Or it could be one or two
men who don’t believe the story about the fire which supposedly killed Cerdic.”
“Gebhard and Mr. Shadrick.”
Manny nodded. “I guess they could have been behind the shooting.”
“Find out, boy.”
“Yes, mijn
commandant,” Manny replied.
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