“Bugger me bloody with a boathook,” Chains said when they finished. “I don’t recall telling you that your leash was slipped enough for fucking street theater, Locke.” “We had to get our money back somehow,” said Locke. “Cost us fifteen silvers to get the body from the Palace of Patience. Now we’re up some, plus candles and bread and beer.” “Oranges,” said Calo. “Glow-globes,” said Galdo. “Don’t forget those; they’re pretty.” “Crooked Warden,” said Chains. “Just this morning I was suffering from the delusion that I was handing out the educations here.”
