the smuggler’s bible

Dame Linet

Linet just wants her sister to stop screwing around before the wedding. That’s not so much to ask. But she admits maybe she shouldn’t have resorted to sorcery so quickly.

Her knight interrupts the rendezvous, and gets his head chopped into gobbets in the bargain. Dame Lionesse is mad as hell about it.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine,” Linet says, scooping up the pieces and rubbing on some ointment that makes the man’s skull come together like a tile mosaic.

Gareth watches from the floor, bleeding out of a hole in his leg. “Is there, uh, any more of that stuff?”