Between Two Fires

by Christopher Buehlman

“Then tell them to stop husbanding their hands and come down to the river. Something is killing your people.”

“Did you give me last rites?” “Three hours ago.” “I’ll try not to sin.” “You’re in no condition to sin, except perhaps unclean thoughts.” “Not having any. Hurts too much down there.” “You’re safe from lust, at least. Having any temptations about gluttony?”

“That’s a fine prayer, girl. But, if it’s no trouble, ask the Lord to send me a little wine along with His love. I promise to be grateful for both.”

So, like it or not, I have to leave my pleasant little house. If she’s a saint, this is a holy pilgrimage. If she’s a witch, I might try to mitigate her wickedness.”