The Silver Wolf (1998)
“Fast asleep, he was stretched out on the table, lying on the remnants of last night’s feast.
Maeniel scratched his head and tried to remember the man’s name.
Matrona eyed him from the other side of the table.
“What did he call himself?” Maeniel asked.
“Harek,” Matrona answered.
“Harek,” Maeniel said. “Funny, I could have sworn he was a Roman.”
Matrona snickered coldly. A snicker is always cold, but Matrona’s was nastier than most. “A lot of them name themselves after us barbarians. They think i...t makes them sound tougher.” She smiled, but the smile wasn’t much of an improvement over the snicker. “I can’t say it helped him very much.”
Maeniel nodded. The papal messenger was about an inch under five feet tall. Matrona towered over him.
“He was a bit stiff at first,” Gorgo said, “but he loosened up nicely after a while.”
“Too much,” Matrona said.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Gorgo said. Gorgo was a big man whose long brown hair melted into his thick brown beard and moustache.MoreLess
Maeniel scratched his head and tried to remember the man’s name.
Matrona eyed him from the other side of the table.
“What did he call himself?” Maeniel asked.
“Harek,” Matrona answered.
“Harek,” Maeniel said. “Funny, I could have sworn he was a Roman.”
Matrona snickered coldly. A snicker is always cold, but Matrona’s was nastier than most. “A lot of them name themselves after us barbarians. They think i...t makes them sound tougher.” She smiled, but the smile wasn’t much of an improvement over the snicker. “I can’t say it helped him very much.”
Maeniel nodded. The papal messenger was about an inch under five feet tall. Matrona towered over him.
“He was a bit stiff at first,” Gorgo said, “but he loosened up nicely after a while.”
“Too much,” Matrona said.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Gorgo said. Gorgo was a big man whose long brown hair melted into his thick brown beard and moustache.MoreLess
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