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The
charlatan
Myhrman
opened
a
tiny
window
and
peered
out
.
The
lantern
in
his
hand
only
blinded
him
,
so
he
set
it
aside
.
"
Who
the
devil
is
ringing
at
this
time
of
the
night
?
"
he
bawled
furiously
.
"
Whack
yourself
in
that
empty
head
of
yours
,
you
shit
,
you
lame
dick
,
when
you
get
the
urge
to
knock
!
Get
out
,
get
lost
you
old
soaks
,
right
now
!
I
've
got
my
crossbow
at
the
ready
here
!
Does
one
of
you
want
six
inches
of
crossbow
bolt
in
their
arse
?
"
"
Master
Myhrman
!
It
's
me
,
Shani
!
"
"
Eh
?
"
The
charlatan
leaned
out
further
.
"
Miss
Shani
?
Now
,
in
the
night
?
How
come
?
"
"
Lower
the
bridge
,
Master
Myhrman
!
I
've
brought
you
what
you
asked
for
!
"
"
Right
now
,
in
the
dark
?
Could
n't
you
do
it
during
the
day
,
miss
?
"
"
Too
many
eyes
here
,
during
the
day
.
"
A
slim
outline
in
a
green
cloak
loomed
on
the
deck
.
"
If
words
gets
out
about
what
I
'm
bringing
you
they
'll
throw
me
out
of
the
Academy
.
Lower
the
bridge
,
I
'm
not
going
to
stand
around
in
the
rain
,
I
'm
soaked
!
"
"
You
're
not
alone
,
miss
,
"
the
charlatan
noted
suspiciously
.
"
You
usually
come
alone
.
Who
's
there
with
you
?
"
"
A
friend
,
a
student
like
me
.
