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of Anarchia since Charles the Great."
"With my help," Talbot said, still chuckling. "King of Anarchia. With stealth
power-armor. I suppose it should glow, too?"
"Under the right conditions," Dionys said loftily.
"What's your favorite color?" Edmund grinned.
"I think it should flow out a midnight black cloud," Dionys said. "That would
beЕ appropriate.
"Hah," the smith grunted. "No. Not black nor red nor royal blue nor even flaming
pink. Go away."
"I don't need your help," McCanoc replied hotly. "Fukyama has agreed to
construct me a set."
"Fukyama has that ridiculous flying castle to support," Talbot replied. "And he
has a tendency to play the wrong ponies. Which is why he's a credit whore. And
you can quote me. He'll be more than obliging for two hundred teracredits. He'd
sell his soul for two hundred teracredits. Of course, his armor is second rate
compared to mine, but you get what you pay for."
"It will be the most famous armor ever constructed," McCanoc pointed out.
"Surely that is worth something."
"Not much," Talbot replied. "Damn sure not worth two, three months of my limited
time left in this veil of tears," he added, standing up.
"Get this straight, Dionys," Talbot continued, placing his hand on the shoulder
of the set of armor. "I don't like you. I don't like your attitude, I don't like
your actions and I don't like your friends. I don't care about the challenge of
constructing the most massive set of cheats ever constructed. I don't care about
your money. You have nothing to offer me. I have no intention of constructing
anything for you, much less power-armor. And I don't want to see your face on my
land again. Ever. Am I clear?"
"You had better rethink your position 'Master Talbot,' " Dionys said, stepping
forward to loom over the smaller smith. "You really don't want to be my enemy."
"Boy, I was threatened by people more scary than you before you were born,"
Talbot said with a yawn. "Get out of my house."
"Very well," McCanoc said, stepping back. "But you are going to regret this for
the rest of your life."
"My only regret is letting you in the door," Talbot replied. "And you are
permanently shunned. Don't get the idea you can come back."
Dionys snarled at him, raised his hand above his head and snapped his fingers.
After a moment he looked around in surprise.
"Among other things, I've got one hell of an apport block on my house," Talbot
said. "That's the way out," he added, pointing.
Dionys spun around in place, then stalked to the door, yanking it open after a
moment's fumbling with the archaic handle and leaving it open.
"That's the quality of opponent you get these days." Talbot sighed as the butler
came back into the room. "He doesn't even know enough about period to slam the
door." He flicked a finger at the door and it shut. Softly.
"Such a terrible person," the butler said.
"Not so terrible, Charles," Talbot replied. "Just young. And sociopathic. I wish
they had cleaned that gene out, but it does have its uses from time to time. I
think he enjoys expressing it a bit too much."
He shook his head and stroked the set of armor, fingering a nick in the
shoulder-piece. "Just young. Hah. He wants to be king of Anarchia. Don't they