Newsgroups: alt.pub.cloven-shield,alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Cranach] The King's Man
Message-ID: <1993Jan18.185358.1061@emr1.emr.ca>
From: taylor@ccrs.emr.ca (Trevor Taylor)
Date: Mon, 18 Jan 1993 18:53:58 GMT


Cranach sheathed his sword , turned around and noted with satisfaction
that his case held enough coins to allow him to spend the evening in 
a room, rather than outside, on the hard ground. He collected the coins
and placed his lute back in the case. He then strung his lute over his 
shoulder and returned to his table.

At the point, he noted the arrival of the Kings guards, and listened 
attentively to the Captain's ultimatum. With a grin he hefted his
remaining pitcher and moved toward the King's men.


"Hail, good Captain", he stated cheerily, as the soldiers stared
at Cranach with stern glances.

"Well, what does the like of you want ?", growled the Captain

"I have not been in this country for many years, and I wish to
gift you this pitcher of beer by way of explanation. I am
unused to the civilized manners found in this world, and
find myself at a loss, occassionally, this evening included"

The Captain frowned and thought " This scum must come 
directly from the netherhells if casual murder is normal".
The Captain knocked the pitcher from Cranach's hand and
said:

"I'll take no favours from weasels like you, now get out of
my face, before I lock you up !!"

Cranach smiled, and then laughed, but his black eyes were burning holes
into the forehead of the King's man, making him pale slightly.

Cranach truned quickly, and moved to the bar, to have a word with
the bartender. .