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"And the Magistrate?"

The runted Criminy shoved over another vial

"Jonah Goodwill Lives in the priory beside the church He’s well guarded and dangerous"

"Many thanks," Criet up fro hand on my shoulder "You’ll want to sit a ive him an earful about phlebotomy, but I kept my mouth shut and took one of the cookies frohed, and the reat curiosity

"Your lady doesn’t know much for a Bludman’s wife," he said

Crientle constitution, and we’re only newly uided h thehim to slon

"What do you think I a blood factory?" I whispered out the side of my mouth "You could have at least warned me Was that even sanitary?"

He put his arm around me, and I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered, "We needed inforot them both And of course it’s sanitary Didn’t you feel the alcool? It nuinals"

"Where are we going now? Are we off to sell my hair next?"

"Good heavens, ould anyone want your hair? Not that it isn’t lovely," he said "You heard theto the Bludmen’s district to speak to an old associate of ain," I said, feeling a bit prickly

"You will be, noat a clipped pace,in edonly inches to spare between us and the jerky ine of the caravan’s train, the odd carriages hadfrom the place where horses should have stood The drivers, perched on rickety benches above and pulling levers, all wore aviator’s hats and goggles and navigated the narrow roads with little regard for pedestrians

No wonder the air was so sray smoke out the other The lack of horse manure was a bonus, but there was also a certain level of disdain inferred by the machines If a horse stepped on you, it was personal But if a horseless carriage clipped you, it was indifferent and cruel, and the driver just kept on driving as the snobby faces behind theturned away

We were trotting along a broad avenue e passed two expensively dressed ladies wearing high platfored eyes shot daggers at me, and the older one hissed, "Bludhoney" I felt Cri him with me before he tried to defend e ditch, he took a right, h Street"

We turned onto an alley specializing in foodstuffs Butchers and bakers and wine shops stood open, while occasional carts offered lackluster fruits and vegetables No wonder everyone looked either sickly or florid--even the green things weren’t green The broccoli was gray, and the apples were the gold of old urine The entire rainbow of plants ran from whitish yellow to yellowish brown

But the bread smelled heavenly, I’ll ad from a store labeled Chocovanerie I slowed down to sniff

"You don’t want to do that, pet," Criet somewhere healthy This stuff is all ersatz"

"What’s ersatz?"

"Fake," he said curtly "No nutritive value Made of ground-up s, soetables are half-rotten"

And then I could s fro Cri to drown the stench with berries

At the next big cross street, he started to take a left and then looped back when he saw a Copper on a blud sentinel "Residential," he said "I’ll just make ’em nervous"

So ent, past booksellers and weavers and pet shops croith droopy h poor streets and rich streets, past beggars and dukes and Coppers I was getting a headache fro ss that they were nearly crossed

"Mr Paisley," I et to feed your pet Pinky"