“Do you always talk to pigs when I am gone?” Hermes stood in his traveling cloak, his broad-brimmed hat tilted over his eyes. “I like to think of it the other way around,” I said. “What brings you out in the honest daylight?” “A ship is coming,” he said. “I thought you might want to know.” I stood. “Here? What ship?” He smiled. He always liked seeing me at a loss. “What will you give me if I tell you?” “Begone,” I said. “I prefer you in the dark.” He laughed and vanished.
