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            The Eyeless Priest scratched his grey-stubbled throat. ‘No shit?’

            ‘None whatsoever.’ The Thiefmaker reached down the front of a doublet that was several years past merely shabby and pulled out a leather pouch on a fine leather cord; the pouch was dyed the rust-red of dried blood. ‘Already went to the big man and got permission. I’ll do the boy ear- to- ear and send him for teeth lessons.’

            ‘Gods. It’s a sob story after all.’ For an Eyeless Priest, the fingers he jabbed into the Thiefmaker’s sternum struck swift and sure. ‘Find some other lackwit to shackle with the chains of your conscience, you fucking poltroon.’

            ‘Conscience can go piss up a chimney, Chains. I’m talking avarice, yours and mine. I can’t keep the boy and I’m offering you a unique opportunity, a genuine bargain.’

            ‘If the boy’s too unruly to keep, why can’t you just pound some wisdom into him and let him ripen to a proper age of sale?’

            ‘Out of the question, Chains. Limited options. I can’t just slap him around because I can’t let any of the other little shits know what he’s, ahhh, done. If any of them had the slightest inclination to pull what he’s pulled . . . gods! I’d never be able to control them again. I can either kill him quick, or sell him quicker. No profit versus a paltry sum. So guess which one I prefer?’

            ‘The boy’s done something you can’t even mention in front of the others?’ Chains massaged his forehead above the blindfold and sighed. ‘Shit. This sounds like something I might actually be interested in hearing.’

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