“You worm,” the monk said softly. “There is a difference between simple robbery and rape. I think I should just fold you up like a napkin and take the damnable boat—leaving a gold Imperator for your imaginary widow and seven nonexistent brats, which is more than the whole leaky thing is worth.” “Two gold Imperators, Eminence? One for my imag . . . widow, one to purchase a mansa for my poor soul at the church?” “One, and you know that is a gross overpayment. It is only because I am in a hurry. And we will leave now.”
