At last Seven took to his feet again and was immediately
confronted with Necromancer. The court magician did not say a word. He looked
closely at Seven and then showed the slightest glimmer of a smile. Finally, he
moved his face just across from Seven’s and said, “It would seem you have
business to which you must attend. Get to it.” With that, he hovered toward the
balcony as ordered.
Seven walked over to the bleeding mass that called itself
Linvin and saw the guards still surrounding him. “All of you leave now,”
Seven told them. “I have this duty.”
An angry guard answered, “We will guard you. This fish is
too slippery to be left alone. You may not be able to handle him.”
Seven knelt by the body and asked, “Do you know what it
means to be a Mandrean Assassin?” In the time it took to snap one’s fingers, he
threw a knife through the neck of the goblin who doubted him. Addressing the
dying body he said, “It means I can kill anyone up to the rank of general and
not have to give a reason. So if your friend over here annoys me…” He threw a
knife with his other hand and again struck a goblin in the neck and dropped him
in an instant. “…then I can kill him and not give a reason either. Does anyone
else want to interrupt me or stay in my presence?” The other goblins ran for
the great doors and took the guards there with them. Linvin and Seven were
alone.
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