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"'Tis a matter <strong>of</strong> life or <strong>death</strong>! I must <strong>be</strong> deliver'n this 'ere box or it'd <strong>be</strong> me<br />

head fer sure! 'Tis me bad luck that I twisted me leg something fierce. So will<br />

ye help me out by deliver'n this 'ere box fer me?" I looked <strong>do</strong>wn, and while I<br />

wasn't completely sure the limp he sported seemed a bit exaggerated.<br />

I shrugged, "Just a delivery, then?"<br />

Mar nodded, "Aye. Just hand it <strong>of</strong>f <strong>to</strong> some sod."<br />

I held out my hand, "All right. I'll deliver the box for you."<br />

Mar slowly <strong>to</strong>ok out a small box from within the recesses <strong>of</strong> his ragged<br />

clothing. For the briefest <strong>of</strong> moments, there was a look <strong>of</strong> regret crossing his<br />

face... and then it was gone, as he looked at me and handed over the box. A<br />

slight shimmer surrounded the box as both Mar and I <strong>to</strong>uched it. Mar sighed<br />

with relief as he released the box in<strong>to</strong> my care.<br />

I gulped. Something funny was definitely going on, "What now?"<br />

"This <strong>be</strong> need'n <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> deliver'd <strong>to</strong> Ku'atraa. He can usually <strong>be</strong> found<br />

somewheres <strong>do</strong>wn in the southeastern section <strong>of</strong> the Hive. Oh, and lest ye<br />

try <strong>to</strong> say I didn't warn ye: whatever happens, DON'T OPEN THE BOX! And<br />

<strong>do</strong>n't leave the Hive with the box. Now <strong>be</strong> <strong>of</strong>f with ye!"<br />

With that, Mar scuttled <strong>of</strong>f, his limp gone.<br />

Somehow, I felt like I was up <strong>to</strong> my eyeballs in abishai dung.<br />

Chapter 41<br />

"Are ye daft? What is wit ye and talkin' <strong>to</strong> every soddin' basher in the city?!"<br />

Annah snapped with that <strong>to</strong>ngue-curling brogue, "Yer just askin' fer trouble<br />

ye are!"<br />

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