Madle named names. Some were on my list and some were not. Those that were not I assumed to be spear carriers. Tally had been well and reliably scouted. The last corpse went out. I gave Madle a small gold piece. He goggled. His customers regarded him with unfriendly eyes. I grinned. "For services rendered." Madle blanched, stared at the coin. It was a kiss of death. His patrons would think he had helped set the ambush. "Gotcha," I whispered. "Want to get out of this alive?" He looked at me in fear and hatred. "Who the hell are you guys?" he demanded in a harsh whisper. "The Black Company, Madle. The Black Company." I don't know how he managed, but he went even whiter.
( Glen Cook )
[ Chronicles of the Black ]
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