23. Kindling
Six snowy days to tip the bottle, but Balhir's violinist turns letter. Everything's planned: hold the Goldilocks hostage, send their monkey, bearing false report, to play 'lady moon's' tune. Cookied bread crumbs'll spill down the hole to the wharf – like glowing crystal seeds to that boat north. Tail them, and he'll rope Pelargir some new 'pendants.'
It's peaches. But their lordships put a fork in his works: they want real blood to report. In his chair, Balhir stares at that instruction sheet. Men who write such don't like 'baggage,' but the reward…
For that money, he'll burn their docks himself.
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