The Nomad - By Simon Hawke Page 0,41
city of the undead, whether he was an agent of the Shadow King or not. And they would doubtless realize that there was no way they could prevent him from following them… short of killing him, of course, and their preserver sense of morality would not allow for that.
He smiled. Yes, he thought, this was going to be enjoyable. It would be a fitting cap to his career. When this was over, the Shadow King would show his gratitude and reward him richly. His greatest enemy would be eliminated, and Nibenay would even be generous enough to ask him to name his prize among the templar harem. He might even be generous enough to offer him a further bonus, and if he did not offer, Valsavis would not hesitate to ask.
He already knew what he would ask for. He would ask for a spell from the dragon king to bring his youth back. He already had a great deal of money hidden away, money he had earned in the service of the Shadow King, money he never had any reason to spend because he had lived simply and quietly. It was money that he had painstakingly set aside for his old age, when he became infirm and could no longer care for himself. On the other hand, with his youth back, he could use that money to buy himself a very different sort of life. He could come back to Salt View and settle down, perhaps purchase an inn or build a gaming house, which would, over the years, produce more than ample funds to see him through his second old age. And meanwhile, he could enjoy himself and do anything he chose to do. It was a pleasant fantasy, and one that was by no means out of reach.
The two girls were finishing their rubdown. Their touches were become lighter and softer, more like caresses. They were trying to place him in a mood of receptivity for further services of a more intimate nature. And, he thought, why not? It had been a long time since he had sported with a woman, much less with two at the same time. The elfling and the priestess would keep. They had already agreed to meet with him for dinner and an evening’s entertainment on the town. Besides, he had taken care to bribe the clerk to inform him if they tried to go anywhere without him. He sighed deeply and turned over onto his back. The two girls smiled at him and began to stroke his chest, slowly working their way down. And then his hand began to tingle. “Leave me,” he said, at once. They started to protest, but he insisted. “Leave me, I said. I want a few moments to be alone and rest. I will call you when I need you.”
Reassured that they were not being summarily dismissed, the two girls left, and Valsavis brought his hand up before his face. The eye on his ring opened. “What progress have you made?” the Shadow King inquired.
“Much,” Valsavis replied. “I have joined the elfling and priestess as a traveling companion. They were set upon by marauders, and I had the opportunity to come to their aid. We are now in Salt View together, and in an hour’s time, we shall be sitting down to dinner.”
“And they suspect nothing?” asked the Shadow King. “They have no idea who you really are?”
“They may suspect, but they do not know for sure,” Valsavis replied. “And that only makes things more interesting.”
“Have they attempted to contact the Silent One?” asked Nibenay.
“Not yet,” Valsavis said, “but I have no doubt that will try to do so soon. Perhaps even tonight.”
“You must not let them slip away,” said Nibenay. “You must not lose them, Valsavis.”
“I will not lose them, my lord. You may count on that. In fact, I intend to accompany them to Bodach.”
“What? You mean travel with them?”
“Why not? Everyone has heard of Bodach’s legendary treasure. Why shouldn’t that tempt a mercenary like myself, who has no other immediate prospects?”
“Take care. You are playing a dangerous game, Valsavis,” said the Shadow King.
“I find dangerous games amusing, my lord.”
“Do not be insolent with me, Valsavis! I did not send you out to be amused, but to follow the elfling to his master.”
“I am doing just that, my lord. And you must admit that it is easier by far to follow someone you are traveling with.”
“See that you do not become overconfident, Valsavis. The elfling