Wielding a Red Sword
“Mym got busy on routine tasks, helping organize for the evening’s show.
They had several shows at different sites in Ahmadabad, because in this city a few blocks put them into an entirely new neighborhood, generating a fresh audience. The take was excellent, and news of Orb’s singing spread so that the master received an invitation to do a private showing for a noble. Stunned, the master accepted.
All were delighted—except Mym. He went privately to the master. “Sir, I cannot perform before nobility,” he said, though not nearly as smoothly as rendered.
The master heaved his paunch about and focused directly on Mym. “Do you know, I had a visit from the police,” he said. “There has been a particularly bad bunch of thuggees operating in this region, leaving a messy trail of dead. Some officers even checked this group, a while back, but of course we harbored no thuggees.”
Mym nodded, knowing what was coming.
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