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It would not surprise me if Pedersen had watchers on the road to make sure I left. I headed to the east gate of the city. Once I went outside the gates, I walked about half a league then headed cross-country to the north gate. It took most of the day to make it back to my rooms. I stopped at an herbalist on the way to my rooms. When I arrived at the bookseller, it was near time to close.<\/p>\n

I demanded a bath. Lyle Forteney still managed the shop, but I had bought the business and the building from him a couple of years before. The employees did not know that. \u201cMr. Forteney, I\u2019m afraid I\u2019ve had a hard few days on the road and must request a hot bath.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Mr. FitzDuncan, are you sure? I was just about to send the lads home for the day.\u201d \u201cSad to say, Mr. Forteney, I must request that they stay.\u201d \u201cThis is going to have to go on your bill, I\u2019m afraid, Mr. FitzDuncan.\u201d \u201cOh, Mr. Forteney, do we need to plow this furrow again?<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve had this same discussion so many times. I get one hot bath per week included in my rent. I have not had one yet this week.\u201d \u201cYes, but you\u2019re asking the boys to stay late,\u201d he complained. \u201cBoys, you don\u2019t mind, do you?\u201d I asked. \u201cEspecially if I give you a half florin each?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShouldn\u2019t that money come to me?\u201d Forteney asked. \u201cIf you were the one lugging buckets up the stairs, sure,\u201d I said. \u201cBut since the boys will be doing it, I\u2019ll deal directly with them. See you soon, boys.\u201d I left Forteney spluttering. The boys filled the tub with hot water and I gave them the half florins I promised. I took a bowl of the hot water and added a tincture of larkspur and some vinegar to it. I didn\u2019t think my stay at the Hungry Goat had given me any creepy-crawlies, but I wasn\u2019t taking a chance.<\/p>\n

The larkspur and vinegar would kill anything that was trying to nest in my hair. Before I climbed in the tub, I checked closely in the mirror to see if there were any nits in my hair. There were none\u2014a good sign. I worked the mixture from the bowl into my hair everywhere, then sank in the tub.<\/p>\n

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You are the purpose of this and all my books. Thank you for reading. If you like what you have read, please leave a positive review on Amazon.com or goodreads.com. If you did not like it, I\u2019m sorry. OceanofPDF.com 1 It was now six weeks since my last adventure. If you\u2019re new to my stories, that one involved a plot by the younger of the two royal princes, Wim, to usurp his older brother, Albert, in the royal succession. Wim\u2019s plan was designed to ensnare me and make me the scapegoat.<\/p>\n

However, with a bit of help from friends and a great amount of luck, I was able to ruin Wim\u2019s plot. In revenge, he kidnapped my girlfriend to lure me outside of the city. We fought. I won. He died. Two days after, I met with the king. Since I was able to leave the meeting with my head still attached to my shoulders, I count it as a win.<\/p>\n

After that, I returned to my normal life, such as it is. This particular evening, six weeks later, I returned to my rooms in an exceptionally jovial mood. Driven by a wind from the north, the first snow of the season was falling. The first appearance of snow always made me happy.<\/p>\n

In another eight weeks, I would be tired of the stuff. Another reason for my buoyant good feeling was I\u2019d been out to dinner with friends: Freddy, his cousin Lucy and Freddy\u2019s somewhat intended, Greta Hawkins. The meal was passable, but the conversation was sparkling. All four of us enjoy healthy senses of humor. Fueled by some delicious cider, our evening\u2019s dialogue was ribald and risqu\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Greta possessed a dry, clever wit. Freddy was often her accomplice, responding to her quips in a droll way. Lucy was the most direct. I tended to react to the others\u2019 remarks, similar to a riposte in fencing. At times we were laughing so hard we attracted unkind looks from the other patrons of the inn. We didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n

Shortly before the encounter with Wim, Lucy\u2019s father granted me permission to court her. Lucy\u2019s father is the Duke of Gulick. That makes her a \u2018Lady.\u2019 Her official title is Lady Darling, after one of her father\u2019s minor holdings. She thinks \u2018Lady Darling\u2019 is a bit twee. So, naturally, her cousin Freddy and I tease her about it.<\/p>\n

Freddy is actually Lord Rawlinsford. He will inherit his father\u2019s duchy and become Duke of Manton when his father dies.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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