"Patrick Welch - Statue of Limitations" - читать интересную книгу автора (Welch Patrick)

Which we did, and I did. And two days later I was summoned again to the Guild headquarters in
Ravenshead. "What have you done, Brendell?" the secretary greeted me not at all warmly.

"I fulfilled my contract." I gave her a puzzled smile. "The Weeping Nun sits in the square at Harjung even
as we speak."

"You were supposed to fail!"

My smile became even more puzzled. "I don't understand."

"Why do you think we used a mere apprentice for this assignment? The people of Cardinaul have granted
the Guild many lucrative contracts in the past. Thanks to your interference, their prosperity is now
ruined!" Then she sighed. "Perhaps Harjung will make up for that."

"Not very likely." And I told her what I had done.

When I finished her frown was even deeper. "Then I will be hearing from Tijor Bhen very soon."

"I would expect so. What will you tell him?"

"What can I tell him? The contract was fulfilled. There were no other conditions." She slammed her fist on
her desk. "But don't think for one minute that the Guild will consider it fulfilled."
I groaned as I left her office. The payment was mine. Yet it was not going to help me achieve my most
cherished desire: my journeyman's card. As I made my way to the docks to wait for my ship arriving that
evening, I wondered if that same serving wench would be aboard. I could only hope.




┬й Patrick Welch 2001, 2002

This story was first published in The Wandering Troll

and is reprinted in Patrick Welch's collection

Brendell, Apprentice Thief

(Double Dragon E-Books ).


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