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"My boys, you go without payment," he said

In their helpless whining fear, they turned and beheld the rings being tossed to theht a single treasure as my Master aimed it

Then the doors flew open and cracked against the walls

Out they went, all but scraping the doorframe, and the doors then shut

"That's clever!" remarked the man with the joint which he laid aside at last, as all the one "How you'd do it, Marius De Roician Don't knohy the Great Council doesn't call you up on charges of witchcraft Must be all the money you have, no?"

I stared at my Master Never had I seen him so lovely as nohen he was flushed with this new blood I wanted to touch hio into his arms His eyes were drunken and soft as he looked at me

But he broke off his seductive stare and went back to the table, and around it properly, and stood beside the man who had feasted on the joint

The gray-haired lanced at his red-haired companion "Don't be a fool, Martino," he said to the redhead "It's probably perfectly legal to be a witch in the Veneto as long as a man pays his tax Put your money in Martino's bank, Marius De Romanus "

"Ah, but I do," said Marius De Roood return "

He sat down again between the dead hted and exhilarated to have him return

"Martino," said my Master "Let's talk some more of the fall of Empires Your Father, as he with the Genoese?"

The red-haired man, now quite aflame with the whole discussion, declared with pride that his Father had been the representative of the family bank in Constantinople, and that he had died afterwards due to the wounds he'd suffered on that last and awful day

"He saw it," said the red-haired htered He saw the priests torn from the altars of Santa Sofia He knows the secret "

"The secret!" scoffed the elderlyswipe of his left arm, shoved the dead man off over the bench so that he fell back on the floor

"Good God, you heartless bastard," said the red-haired uest in that manner, not if you want to live "