Golden Box Book Publishing GBBP Magazine, June, 2017 | Page 37

“That trio of miscreants never bought anything they could
steal,” I said.
“And what might his business be, for him to know that lot of
buggers?” asked Praxus.
“He’s just another petty thief,” Mazo told him. “But he served
his term in the king’s dungeon. He says he’s been reformed.”
I had to laugh. “That’s what they all say.”
“We also found a body in Miluva’s house,” Mazo said. “Her
cousin identified it as one Tarko Sprull. Miluva was romantically
involved with the dead man. When he was alive, I mean.”
“How droll,” I said. “Well, I never heard of this Tarko Sprull.
I didn’t even know Miluva until my horse almost trampled her
into the snow.”
“Don’t you think it’s time to be telling us what happened,
lad?” Praxus asked me. “If you’re feeling up to the task, that is.”
“I’m as right as rain, you old nanny humper.” I told them
everything that had happened, right up to the moment I fell into
the gorge.
Mazo examined a hangnail on his thumb. “So Ludius and his
scrofulous siblings killed that girl to get their hands on this book
she had in her possession.”
“No doubt they’ll be hoping to sell it to the highest bidder,”
said Praxus. “Them boys always got something stewing in their
pot.”
“What kind of book is it?” Mazo asked me.
“A big red book. Bound in leather, with a silver clasp. That’s
all I know.”
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