(no subject)
The moment he'd seen the amulet hanging around Henreid's neck, Cort had known what would have to be done. It was trig of the cully, trig indeed to so well befriend the island's only gunslingers that they could not see him for who he was - a spy sent by Farson himself. He didn't know what the Good Man wanted with the island, no more than he knew why or how he'd found himself there, but he did know that as long as he drew breath, he would see to it that any spy of Farson's stopped abruptly.
A weapon had been a problem, for a moment. The staff he had used in the test had served him well, aye, but it was not suited for a job such as this. He settled for the jackknife that had come with him from Gilead, tucked into his belt; it was humble, and did not have much on the kind of weapons he was accustomed to, but it seemed like ka to him that it would be a Gileadian blade to finish the job.
So equipped, he set out to find Henreid; not difficult, when it came down to it, the island was only so big, and when he was no more than a few steps away from the man he called out "Hile!" The element of surprise would be the first and most gentle by far blow that was laid on him.
A weapon had been a problem, for a moment. The staff he had used in the test had served him well, aye, but it was not suited for a job such as this. He settled for the jackknife that had come with him from Gilead, tucked into his belt; it was humble, and did not have much on the kind of weapons he was accustomed to, but it seemed like ka to him that it would be a Gileadian blade to finish the job.
So equipped, he set out to find Henreid; not difficult, when it came down to it, the island was only so big, and when he was no more than a few steps away from the man he called out "Hile!" The element of surprise would be the first and most gentle by far blow that was laid on him.