"You speak quite well for an unsophisticated fisherman."
Uralai took the bird on her hand and moved it up to her shoulder. It hopped obediently onto its new perch. Monkel held his breath. A new awareness washed over him of how easily the bird could go for her eye.
"Your idea of becoming one with this miserable town is hard to accept. I will have to think about it further. However..."
She laid a soft hand on his arm.
"... accepting your admiration is not as new as you seem to think. Remember, you are the head of your clan, while within my own, my status is less..."
The bird turned and loosed a load of dung down the front of her uniform.
Monkel rolled his eyes heavenward and fervently wished he could expire on the spot.
"Don't worry." Uralai's laugh was only a little forced. "It's a wild thing, like this town. It doesn't know how to behave politely. It's a wonder it's as tame as it is. Tell me, how did you do it? Was it very difficult?"
"Well..."
Before Monkel could continue, the bird moved again. This time, it hopped onto Uralai's head where it repeated its earlier misdeed in sufficient quantity so as to dribble some onto her face.
"You did that on purpose!" Monkel exploded, grabbing for the feathered fiend. "I'll..."
The bird launched itself out the window and disappeared with a scream that was more triumphant than apologetic.
"Good riddance!" Monkel shouted. "I'm sorry, Uralai. If I had thought..."
Uralai was shaking with silent laughter as she wiped the droppings from her face and hair.
"Oh, Monkel," she said, using his name alone for the first time, "if you could have seen yourself. Maybe I should have accepted your escort the other night. You're becoming as violent as those people you drink with. Now, come. Walk with me and tell me about the taming of your departed gift."
It was more than an hour before Monkel took his leave and floated home on a headier wine than any served at the fisherman's tavern. The gift had succeeded beyond his wildest hopes in opening communication with Uralai. What was even better, with the bird gone, he no longer had to worry about having unwittingly visited misfortune upon her house.
The bird was waiting for him when he arrived home, and no amount of cursing or thrown rocks would entice it to leave.
A SPECIAL NOTE FROM THE EDITORS TO THIEVES' WORLD READERS
We would like to take a moment to thank our readers for their continued support over the last five years.
The fan mail we have received is of Homeric proportions, which has created a problem at our end. For years we have tried to answer each letter individually, and as a result have countless sacks and drawers of unanswered mail. We've read it all, but replying is biting heavily into our writing (for pay) time. In desperation, we are converting to a word processor and a computerized mailing list, and armed with the weapons of modem technology we will tackle the backlog. If you have written us without receiving an answer, do not give up hope! We're working on it.. .even if the response is several years late.
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Lynn Abbey
November 1984