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From: cinci@pinn.net (Deborah Taylor)
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Subject: [Derik]
Date: 5 Jul 1995 12:38:39 GMT
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I am posting this for David McKee who's server is down.  His email 
addres is zuben@orion.etsu.edu.

-Debbie



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The crowd  bumped and stumbled its way back into the inn amidst a 
great deal of chuckling and some shaking of heads as moneys lost  bets 
were exchanged. The odd, dueling couple remained a topic for 
conversation for quite some time.  A lively air filled the room, and 
the evening's drinking and singing began in earnest.  

Having secured himself a pint of ale, a tall, nondescript man walked 
over to the great hearth to gaze into its  fire as he sipped his 
drink.  He smiled to himself, shaking his head at the absurdity of the 
scene he had just witnessed. He felt a bit sorry for the woman; he had 
seen the tattoo under her left eye and knew she would be a proud one.  
In fact, he could hardly imagine she would honor such a bet.  But, she 
bloody well should have known better than to accept a challenge from 
one of that type.  He chuckled at the silliness of it. And the 
other...what was one to make of him.  Hardly to be taken seriously, 
but just as certainly not one to be dismissed outright. Something 
about the gaudy little man disturbed him.  He took a long pull on his 
ale, and tried to discern just what it was about the strange fop which 
had struck him wrong. 

A large paw of a hand squeezing his shoulder and the gruff laugh which 
accompanied it ended his reverie.  "Well, well well...Derik, my 
friend," rumbled a deep voice near his ear.  "I had begun to wonder if 
you would show that ugly face of yours, or if I would be forced to 
have my dogs track you down like a fox."
 
Derik finished his drink and turned, grinning fiercely.  He was 
dwarfed by the huge man who stood before him.  Like Derik, he wore 
simple clothes: A faded green tunic, unadorned belt and plain, brown 
breeches tucked at the knees into well-worn boots. He wore a large, 
but simple sword at his side, a two-handed  version of the longsword 
on Derik's hip.  The sword served to further accent the man's size 
compared to that of Derik, who grinned almost fiendishly up at the 
barrel-chested, bearded giant. Derik's neatly trimmed mustache fairly 
bristled and his eyes gleamed with humor as he looked up at the man. 

"Beornoth, you smelly, uncivilized, brute!  I had begun to wonder just 
the same thing.  How are you old friend?"  

"Better than you, I will wager," Beornoth rejoined with a smile.  He 
wrapped his huge arms around the smaller man and nearly suffocated him 
with his hug.  Stepping back he asked, "What kept you, brother?  I had 
begun to worry." 

The humor left Derik's eyes, and he gazed at Beornoth for a moment 
before answering.  "I believe I need another drink, my friend.  Secure 
a quiet table for us and I will get us both something."  After 
visiting the bar, he walked over to the corner table Beornoth had 
found, setting two mugs down and positioning himself so his back faced 
the room.  After taking a sip of his ale he leaned forward and spoke 
in a quiet voice. 

"It would seem your fox's visit to the coop was anticipated.  I am 
afraid I have no eggs for you, and I am more than a bit concerned that 
I should have found such a reception as I did.  I am beginning to 
suspect  we are compromised." 

"They were waiting for you?  My god, man! What happened? How did you 
get out?" 
 
Derik smiled grimly at the question.  "Well, I never got in, to be 
truthful.  I did make it into the keep in the hidesman's wagon.  In 
the evening, on schedule, I began to sneak toward the wing where our, 
"eggs" were being kept.  I found the window just as we planned,   but 
something felt wrong.  I had an incredibly uneasy feeling.  I waited a 
few minutes, listening.  I tell you, man, can't say what exactly 
tipped me off, but I knew I was in trouble; so, I began to make my way 
to the exit we had prepared.  I had passed fewer than ten paces when a 
cry went up and some twenty guards appeared out of nowhere.  All I 
remember after that in running." 
 
"But you made it out." 

Derik grinned at him, " I did that, my friend" 

"And, do you think they know who you are?"  A look of deep concern 
creased the large mans features. 

"Do not worry about that.  No one had a chance to get a good look at 
me, and my face was covered anyway." 

"These are not good tidings, but I am relieved our lives are not 
further complicated by you having been recognized.  We can still work 
with some freedom." 

"That we can."  Derik took a pull from his drink.  "And, we can still 
get our prize.  They move it in a week.  We will try then.  But I am 
concerned.  I cannot imagine how they might have known I would try." 

"Well, they surely keep tight security anyway..." 

"They knew I was coming, Beornoth.  I swear this." 

"If that is your sincere belief, then we will make as if we have given 
up on this one.  I will tell the boys you don't think it is worth the 
hassle.  Then , you begin your planing for the job and I will work on 
finding out where the leak is.  but I have to tell you, Derik, I do 
not like this one bit.  I cannot think of one of our men I would not 
trust.  This will be a hard blow to us if you are right.

"All I say is that they knew I was coming.  I am offering no 
accusations at this point." 

"Very well,, very well.   We will figure this out.  But in the mean 
time, I have had an idea." 

"Beornoth, my thick-skulled friend, that frightens me more than any 
turncoat, " Derik chuckled.  "What might this idea be about?" Beornoth 
grimaced in mock hurt.  "Did you see the little contest earlier? I 
arrived just as it was finishing and didn't notice if you had come out 
to watch." 

"I did," Derik replied, raising his eyebrow in question. "Well, I am 
thinking that little man might be of some use to us.  He seems 
rascally enough.  And tricky.  I am thinking he might be able to do 
some work for us." 

"This drink is stronger than I had realized. You have become 
delirious."  Derik paused in reflection.  "Do you really think we can 
use him?  You think we could trust him?  I must admit, something about 
the man seems a bit squarely to me.  I am  afraid you are wrong on 
this one." 

"I am only saying he might bear observation.  We might find he's 
exactly the sort to be quite useful when being chased by twenty guards 
in  the middle of the night." 

"I will look into it if you insist, Beornoth, but, frankly, I am not 
much interested in adding variables to an equation which appears 
already to have unknowns." 

"Good enough, brother.  Shall we finish our drinks and make a night of 
it?  The men are worried about you, and we should let them know what 
happened.  And, if someone has turned on us, we should begin to try to 
feel him out immediately." 

Derik acquiesced and the two finished their drinks in silence.  Soon, 
they had passed through the inn's doors and disappeared into  the 
warm, summer night. 





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Life is a journey, not a guided tour.		Debbie Taylor : cinci@pinn.net
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