Landing in the street in a shower of glass, he rolled in the mud, leaping up in time to meet the giant's charge as the armourer followed him through the window. Blade was lifted off his feet and thrown backwards, the man on top of him, his weight punching the air from Blade's lungs. The armourer glared down at him, a gap-toothed leer splitting his bullish visage. He raised a fist to punch Blade's face, but the assassin yanked a dagger from his belt and pressed it to the man's throat. The armourer froze.
Blade snarled, "Get off me, you great oaf."
The giant's eyes narrowed with cunning calculation. "You're not going to use that little pig sticker, runt."
Unable to hide his trade any longer without being severely beaten, the assassin tugged open his collar with his other hand, revealing his tattoo. The armourer's eyes widened, and he lowered his fist, lifting himself off the prone assassin. Blade kept the dagger pressed to the man's throat until he moved out of reach, whereupon the armourer regained his bravado and spat blood on the muddy street.
"Damned assassin! I beat you fair and square, killer!"
Blade sat up, gasping a little. "That's hardly surprising."
"Little runts like you shouldn't go around picking fights!"
The assassin glanced at their audience. "I didn't start it."
"You shouldn't stick your nose in where it don't belong," the armourer snarled, still trying to pretend that he had won the fight.
Blade was quite prepared to allow him that satisfaction. He did not care who claimed victory, only that he was still in one piece. Climbing to his feet, he clutched his stomach, then rubbed his bruised cheek. Sheathing the dagger, he tugged his collar closed, ignoring the armourer's sneer as the big man sidled away with his cronies.
Lilu rushed up, her face aglow, and grabbed his arm. "You did it! You beat him! You should have killed him."
He shoved her away, breaking her hold. "I didn't want to fight him, and I certainly wasn't going to kill him. Also, don't imagine that I did it for you. I'm sure you deserved the beating you were getting."
Lilu pulled a face and shot a venomous glare at the armourer's back. Her fading looks were vanishing under a layer of puffy flesh. Bitterness lined the skin around her mouth and between her brows, and matronly plumpness ruined a once slender form. She had never been beautiful, but now, with several missing teeth and a broken nose from angry clients, she was quite ugly. Still, she had taken in a half dead man and nursed him back to health with such tenderness and diligence that Blade, no matter how he hated to owe any favours, had to admit that he owed her something.
That did not include, he vowed to himself, taking on enraged clients the size of the armourer. Lilu had a penchant for filching money from her clients while they slept, a reason for her frequent beatings. She always survived, however. She seemed as indestructible as the earth itself, and was probably in less pain at this moment than he was. He fingered his jaw, making sure none of his teeth were loose. Lilu clicked her tongue and renewed her hold on his arm, tugging him back into the brothel. "I'll see to your hurts, my love."
Blade shot her an angry look, but allowed her to lead him to her room, where she pushed him down on the creaky bed with rumpled grey sheets and a tatty patchwork quilt. She left to fetch a bowl of water and a cloth, and when she returned, angry shouts from the brothel keeper, who demanded recompense for his broken window, followed her. Lilu paused to shout an insult from the doorway, then forced the sagging door closed to shut out the stream of vitriol from the taproom. Casting Blade a weary smile, she sat beside him and put the bowl on a rickety table, dipping the cloth in it. When she dabbed at the mud on his cheeks, he jerked his head aside and snatched the cloth from her to wipe his face.
"You always were a big baby," she remonstrated. "How you moaned and groaned when I was tending your hurts after I found you lying in the gutter, more dead than alive."
"How you love to keep reminding me of that."
"I saved your life."
"And you'll never let me forget it."
She pouted. "They do say that when you save a person's life, it belongs to you."
Blade grimaced and rubbed his face, finding a lump on his temple. Picking up a cracked mirror, he examined himself in it. "Wonderful, I look like I've been in a taproom brawl."
"You have."
"Because of you. Why must you always rob your clients? You know it only gets you into trouble."
Lilu scowled. "They pay me next to nothing, and I've got five children to feed. How am I supposed to do that? Most times they don't notice the missing money, they're so drunk, and even when they do, they don't know I took it."
"But when they do figure it out, they beat the stuffing out of you."
She fingered her bruises with a shrug. "It's worth it. Twenty goldens will feed my children for three moons."
"Lucky for you that you had already sent it to them."
"It's right here." She pulled open a drawer in the cupboard and took out a pouch that clinked. "I only took it last night, I haven't had a chance to see my little ones."
Blade groaned, flexing his aching jaw. "You astound me. The bravest warrior would have given it back before taking a beating like that."
She snorted. "Then I'm tougher than them. Why should I give it back? He wouldn't have killed me."
"That's not what you said when I walked in."
"I wanted you to stop him."
"That great mountain of brawn? What do you take me for?"
"Certainly not a gentleman."
Blade finished wiping his face and tossed the rag aside, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. For a moment he frowned at her, then he smiled. "No, I'm not that."
Lilu pounced on him and hugged him, burying her face in his neck. "I've missed you. Where have you been?"
The assassin pushed her off. "Away."
Lilu gazed at him, clearly hurt by his rejection, then made an ineffectual attempt to tidy herself, sitting up to brush her hair and tug her ragged clothes into some semblance of order before facing him again. "I know I'm ugly, but you don't have to be so cold. Even whores need a hug now and then, you know, and you are my friend."
He pulled a face, turning away from her smell of stale sweat and sour wine. "I'm not your friend, and I didn't come here to see you."
"Why not?" She grinned. "I wouldn't charge you, you know that."
Blade sat up, moving out of her reach. "I didn't come here to argue with you about that again, either."
"So why did you come?"
"I need you to buy some things for me. Here's a list." He pulled a piece of paper from his tunic and handed it to her. "Can you read?"
Lilu pouted. "Of course I can read." She glanced at the paper. "Perfume? Another wig? What do you need this for?"
"None of your business." He handed her a bag of coins. "Pay for it out of this, whatever's left, you can keep."
Her face lighted as she hefted the bag, and she grinned at him. "When do you want it?"
"Now. I'll wait here."
Lilu pulled a face, then rose and rummaged in her wardrobe, producing a dress almost as tattered as the one she was wearing. Blade closed his eyes while she changed, opening them as the door closed behind her. He yawned, then stretched out and settled down to wait.
The door opening woke him, and he sat up as Lilu entered, dropping a bag on the floor. She unpinned her cheap bonnet and bounced onto the bed beside him, flinging her arms around him again.