Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?"
"I don't know. The falling sickness?"
"Give him some of his own soup," somebody suggested. "Serve him right." A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat.
His eye clicked open. "What are you trying to do? Poison me? Feh! What was that? Boiled sewage?"
"Your soup," I told him.
"I don't know. The falling sickness?"
"Give him some of his own soup," somebody suggested. "Serve him right." A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat.
His eye clicked open. "What are you trying to do? Poison me? Feh! What was that? Boiled sewage?"
"Your soup," I told him.
( Glen Cook )
[ The Black Company ]
www.QuoteSweet.com