Part 17 (1/2)
Demetrio shi+vered ”Would it not have been silance that was all theme will think next on Sephana's fate and wonder at his own Death is much more easily faced Would you betray me now, Demetrio?”
Mouth suddenly too dry for words, the perfuentius entered the roo As if tears and pleas would stay our steel”
”They are disposed of, then?” Albanus said ”All ere under this roof? Servants and slaves as well?”
The big square-faced h ”In the cesspool There was one-Leucas, he said his name was, as if it mattered-ept like a woman and said it was not he, but one na to-What ails you, Albanus?”
The hawk-faced lord had gone pale l His eyes locked with those of Deht the sword”
De at hihts unaware ”Coincidence? Such is the work of the Gods, and when they tangle the skeins of mens' fates so it is for cause Such cause could be murderous of ambition I dare not risk it”
”It cannot be the saentius protested
”Tith such a barbarous name?” Albanus retorted ”I think not Find hi thenancy ”I want this Conan's head!”
Chapter XI
Conan poured another dipperful of water over his head and peered blearily about the courtyard behind the Thestis The first thing his eye lit on was Ariane, arlint in her eye
”If youand carousing through the small hours, you must expect your head to hurt”
”My head does not hurt,” Conan replied, taking up a piece of rough toweling to scrub his face and hair dry His face hidden, he winced into the toweling He hoped fervently that she would not shout; if she did his skull would surely explode
”I looked for you last night,” she went on ”Your h he wished no part of it at first You have little ti?”
She shook her head ”He was very angry at our having approached you He says we know nothing of fighting ood froed his mind At least, he will meet you and decide for himself But the rest of us are not to cory”
”Mayhap” Conan tossed aside the toweling and hesitated, choosing his words ”Iyou in danger”
”Leucas?” she said incredulously ”What danger could he put oat-brained talk of killing Garian, of assassination An he tries that-”
”It's preposterous!” she broke in ”Leucas is the last of us ever to speak for any action, especially violent action He cares for naught save his philosophy and wohed ”That skinny worm?”
”Yes, indeed, my muscular friend,” she replied archly ”Why, he's accounted quite the lover by those worowled, his