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The Second Son of Allattamento
6 Giugno 325
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of it. The bravo stepped forward, hand reaching for the fabric
hiding the lower portion of her face.
Theres no need for you to die with all your secrets, after all.
He had almost grasped the veil, a savage grin making him grotesque. Anea remained motionless, green eyes flat with hatred.
The faint sound of snapping wood and breaking glass startled
everyone.
Times up, said a voice from behind them. The bravos
turned as one, eyebrows raised in surprise. They quickly recovered themselves, retaining their swagger and bruised-knuckle
nonchalance.
Hed been sitting in the deep leather armchair behind the
door the whole time, listening to their petty theatre, enduring
their poor intimidation. Deep brown hair swept to one side of
eyes grey as a winters day, face impassive. His boots were a
deep weather-beaten umber, each adorned with seven buckles
in muted brass. He might have been carved from stone, attired
as he was in a suit of sober grey. The scabbard lay across his
lap like a death sentence. Unfussy, unadorned, it was a work of
function not art. It was a container, nothing more, promising
a blade long and slender. An hourglass had broken under the
predations of his long clever fingers, fragments of crystal and
wood littering his hands, sand ran free.
I should have known youd be here, said the bravos leader,
a second son of House Allattamento. He might have been called
Angelo, or Antioco. He thrust out his chin and squared his
shoulders, a curl to his lip. It is unfortunate for you the guards
outside your door could be bought so easily. Three to one.
He flicked glances to his conspirators, who couldnt match his
bluster, looking less sure of themselves. I dare say anyone in
Demesne would choose such odds.
I am not anyone.
Dino Adolfo Erudito, Orfano and maestro superiore di spada
of House Fontein, regarded the handful of sand and the broken
glass with a look of dream-like introspection. A cataphract
drake perched on his shoulder, staring across a flat snout with
obsidian eyes. The lithe sepia-brown reptile scuttled onto the
armchair and tasted the air. Dino set aside the broken timer,
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rising slowly, feeling the tiredness in his limbs, the itch of stubble left too long on his cheeks, the familiar icy calmness that
seeped into him at times such as this.
The wolf spider, he said amiably, otherwise known as
Lycosidae, belongs to the order Araneae in the class of Arachnida.
The youngest of the bravos took a half-step back, incredulity
crossing his features, a question frozen on his lips.
It has a fine sense of vibration and particularly good eyesight,
appropriate for a creature who hunts others by running them
down. Dino stood before them with the scabbard in his left
hand, looking no more threatening than a shepherd with his
crook.
What is this shit? said the youngest bravo. Another second
son from a minor house with nothing to lose.
However, continued Dino, undeterred, many wolf spiders
are content to wait for prey to pass their burrows, rushing out
to attack them.
Angelo Allattamento pulled on a grim smile and drew his
sword.
The stregas lost his mind.
Dino glowered at him, wintry grey eyes shining silver in the
candlelight.
You stepped in to my parlour. Fuckers.
And then Dino was moving, coming forward without form,
as if elemental. The scabbard darted out to one side, its tip hitting the door, which slammed shut. An outflung hand showered
sand into the eyes of the bravo on his right. Curses fell from the
mans lips as he stumbled back, clawing at his eyes. His torso
hammered into a bookcase, a selection of literary works raining
heavily upon him. The bookcase pitched forward, knocking
him to the floor.
Angelo had already struck before his co-conspirator hit the
floor. Dino blocked the blow with the scabbard, stepping sideways to buy himself the extra moment to draw. When Angelo
pressed in again he found his blade stopped by steel, the sound
ringing in the silence of the night, a spiteful bell.
A snatched glance confirmed Anea had retreated behind
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