"It is done, Praellyuctus?" The first man asked. He was grossly fat and had pale, clammy skin, watery blue eyes, and greasy grey hair.
The second man nodded. He was everything that the first man wasn't-stoic, hawk-eyed, and muscular, his hands rough and calloused from wielding a longsword. "Yes. You know what your part in all of this is, and I know mine. I will not say the obvious; both of us are intelligent enough to know the risks."
"And you agree to make no attempt to encroach on the Castilyan lands once they are ours?"
"The same as you agree to make no attempt to encroach on our lands when we are through, Magister."
The first man's eyes glittered with amusement. "The Councillor has agreed to our terms?"
The second man appraised him coolly. "Yes. And the mercenary?"
"He is ours as well." The first man gave a wane smile. "Good, good. It is done."
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A Ballet of Blades
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