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Into ye! The angry shouting caught the attention of the sentries pacing the wall. They stopped to watch Marcus berating the caged man. All the time pretending to be my friend! wailed Marcus. And having my wife behind me back! Cuckolded me! And me like your own brother! He drank another sip and then had to reorganize his feet so he could stand steady to shout again. Carl, you blackguard! No wonder we had so many black-haired children, and nothing but brown hair on my side for three generations back! If you were down here I'd show ye a thing or two, I would! Marcus staggered in a half-circle, straight into the arms of the sergeant of the guard, a grizzled veteran named Burley, who had walked out across the drawbridge to see what the commotion was about. Marcus belched a greeting in the sergeant's face Here now! What's imobiliare bucuresti all this? said Burley, holding Marcus up by the collar. Burley was six feet tall, gray-haired but balding, with a ruddy, good-natured face behind a formidable salt-andpepper mustache. He glared at Marcus. I'm talking to my friend, Carl, yer imobiliare honor, replied Marcus, pulling away. You was always in port when I was at sea, Carl! Mary toldme! Save you breath, old man, admonished the sergeant. There isn't anybody named Carl here. That bastardup there, said Marcus, http://dogtalkmusic.com/ pointing unsteadily. That's Carl, my drinking... stinking onetime friend. I don't know where yourCarl is, said the sergeant, hands on hips. The bloke in that bloody cage is the thief, the one they call the Toad. The Toad? Marcus cried out in disbelief. The Toad? Oh, Mary, how could you? He turned back toward the cage. You Toad bastard! What were you doing with my Mary? Get along now, ordered Burley, turning Marcus away from the gate and giving him a push. No more disturbing the peace. That's enough for one night. Mary, Mary, how could you? sobbed Marcus, staggering in the direction of the waterfront. The sergeant went back into the gatehouse. Tom laughed and clapped the older man on the shoulder. That was wonderful, he said. I'm impressed! Your father taught me that, years ago, chuckled Marcus. A man who would not tell you the time of day will jumpat the chance to correct you. Now we have to find my father and report in, said Tom. We seem to have found our part of the puzzle. Finding him won't be a problem, replied Marcus, pointing at the Red Jackal inn just half a block away. I wonder what he is going to make of it? The Room Over the Inn He's where? asked Lady Mizar, for once confronting a development she had not anticipated. Right there in front of the castle, replied Marcus. You can see him from the window here. See the middle cageover the gate? Lady Mizar stared out the imobiliare bucuresti window at the distant cage. How long as he been in there? she asked. The footpad said three days, replied Tom. Are they giving him water? asked the sorceress, mentally estimating the Toad's medical condition. Was imobiliare he tortured? Tom and Marcus looked at each imobiliare bucuresti other. They usually give them filthy water to drink, to prolong their misery, said Marcus. He might be injured. We don't know. Not dying yet, then, concluded Mizar. Three days of fasting won't kill him. It hasn't been cold enough to freeze him. Maybe we have some imobiliare bucuresti time. You don't mean to free him, do you? asked Torch, peering out the window. In full view of the castle guard and the whole town? It would take