Silverthorn (Riftware Sage Book 2)

The man threw back his head and laughed. “Ha! I think I keep him. I know fat Quegan trader give me a hundred gold for a boy so pretty.” With a sudden scowl he looked about the table, then his gaze locked on Roald. “You go. The boy will say he’s sorry for poking Longly in ribs, then maybe I let him go. Or maybe to fat Quegan he goes.”

 

 

Arutha slowly rose. It was difficult to know if Longly was seriously intending trouble, but after being struck, Arutha was not about to give the man the benefit of the doubt. The locals obviously knew Longly, and if he was only intending some simple brawling and Arutha was first to pull steel, he could bring down their wrath. The fat man’s two companions looked on cautiously.

 

Roald exchanged another glance with Martin and raised his flagon as if to finish his ale. With a sudden jerk he tossed the contents of the mug into Longly’s face, then backhanded the knife bearer in the side of the head with the pewter ale jack. The third man was distracted by Roald’s sudden move and didn’t see Martin’s fist as the Duke unloaded a thundering blow, knocking Longly’s companion backward over another table. With the sudden action, more prudent customers began a quick exit from the inn. Laurie stopped playing and stood up on the dais to see what the problem was.

 

One of the barmen, not interested in who was responsible for trouble, sprang over the bar and landed atop the nearest combatant, who happened to be Martin. Longly held fast to Jimmy’s wrist, wiping ale from his own face. Laurie carefully put down his lute and with a running jump leaped from the dais to a tabletop and vaulted onto Longly’s back. Wrapping his arms around the large man’s throat, he began choking him.

 

Longly rocked forward under the impact, then regained his balance while Laurie clung to him. Ignoring the singer, he looked at Roald, who was ready to fight. “You should not have thrown ale on Longly. Now I’m mad.”

 

Jimmy’s face was turning white from the pain of the large man’s grip. Laurie said, “Somebody help me! This giant’s got a tree trunk for a neck!”

 

Arutha sprang to his right just as Roald struck Longly in the face. The large man blinked, then, with an insolent toss, threw Jimmy into Roald, knocking the mercenary into Arutha. All three went down in a heap. With his other hand he reached back over his shoulder and grabbed Laurie by the tunic. He flipped the singer overhead, tumbling him over the table. The table leg nearest Jimmy collapsed and Laurie rolled off into Roald and Arutha as they struggled to rise.

 

Martin had been grappling with the barman and finished off the encounter by tossing him back over the bar. He then reached out and seized Longly by the shoulder, turning him. The red-bearded man’s eyes seemed to light at finding an opponent worthy of his mettle. At four inches over six feet, Martin was taller, though giving up pounds to Longly in bulk. Longly’s voice sounded in a gleeful shout as he reached out and grabbed at Martin. Instantly they were in a wrestlers’ hold, each with his hand around the back of the other’s neck, opposite hand holding the other’s wrist. For a long moment they swayed, then moved slightly as each sought a better advantage for a throw.

 

Laurie sat up, shaking his head. “It’s not human.” Suddenly he realized he was sitting on Roald and Arutha and began disentangling himself.

 

Jimmy got to his feet, wobbling as he stood. Laurie looked up at the boy as Arutha stood up. “What were you trying to accomplish by pulling that dirk?” Laurie asked the thief. “Get us killed?”

 

Jimmy looked angrily to where the two big men struggled for advantage. “Nobody talks about me that way. I’m no fop’s delight.”

 

Laurie said, “Don’t take things so personally.” He started to rise. “He just wants to play.” Laurie’s knees buckled and he had to grab Jimmy to keep his feet. “I think.”

 

Longly was giving out with a strange assortment of grunts as he strove against Martin, while the Duke remained silent. Martin leaned forward, countering Longly’s larger bulk with greater height. What had started as a possible bloodletting had settled into a passably friendly wrestling contest, albeit a rough one Longly suddenly pulled back, but Martin simply followed the move, releasing his hold on Longly’s neck but holding on to his wrist. In a single move he was behind the heavy man. holding Longly’s arm in a painful position behind his head The fat man grimaced as Martin put pressure on the hold, slowly forcing him to his knees.

 

Laurie helped Roald to his feet as the mercenary shook his head, trying to gather his wits. When his vision had cleared, he studied the contest. He said to Laurie, “That can’t be comfortable.”

 

Jimmy said, “I expect that’s why his face is turning purple.”

 

Roald started to speak to Jimmy, but something caused his head to turn suddenly toward Arutha. Jimmy and Laurie followed his gaze and their eyes widened.