Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Peter Darrow.”
“Darrow?” Diver repeated. “The lawyer? He’s a
conjurer?”
“Was. He’s dead.”
Kannice paled. “Did you…?”
“I had help.”
Diver picked up his chair, set it down properly, and
sat. “I want to hear all about this.”
Kannice grinned sheepishly. “Actually, I do, too.”
She held up three fingers for Kelf. Ales all around. She
and Ethan sat, and Ethan began to relate all that had
happened to him in the last day and a half.
It was a late night, made even later when, after
Diver left, Kannice led Ethan up to her room above the
tavern. There she gently removed his torn, battlestained
clothes, undressed herself, and made love to
him.
* * *
Ethan slept away much of the morning and still woke
sore and tired. Kannice had risen early, kissed him, and
gone down to the tavern. When at last he dressed and