independent deals, then they reform for the next one. The only thing they wonât do is collude with any of the other quarters.â
âCould Bastiani have been doing that? Entering into some kind of pact with the Genoese or Pisans?â
âI doubt it. As I said, he didnât like to gamble. The quarters police themselves, and any outside contact would be scented quickly and dealt with.â
âMaybe it was dealt with,â I said. I leaned forward to whisper. âThere is some belief in Blachernae that a Venetian uprising is being organized. What do you know of it?â
âJust the same rumors,â he said.
âWas he the type who would participate?â
âNot him,â he said firmly. âHe cared little about his fellows. I cannot see him taking up arms for Venice. It would cut into his profits. And now you have me wondering if he was killed because he knew too much about it.â
âI am beginning to lean in that direction myself.â
âI have to get back to the Senate,â he said, rising. âWe are bravely deciding upon a wait and see position. But I will keep my ears open. Come by anytime, Feste.â
He paid for the lunch, and left.
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I saw a pair of familiar faces when I came out of the tavern. Henry, a captain of the Varangian Guards, was standing in the street, his adjutant Cnut by his side. They were in full armor, as always, their enormous axes resting casually on their shoulders.
They were chatting amiably with a group of Genoese, who were listening intently and nodding a lot. The conversation ended with handshakes all around, and the two soldiers turned and caught sight of me.
âHallo, Feste!â bellowed Henry. He was a good-natured Englishman who took soldiering seriously but little else. Even for a Varangian, he was powerfully built, with any number of scars that he would proudly display at the slightest hint of a request. Cnut was much younger, a stripling sent from his native Denmark to gain military experience, something lacking at home of late.
âWell met, good soldiers,â I said.
âHello, Feste,â said Cnut. âWhat brings you here?â
âWhat brings me anywhere? Good food, good wine, and someone else paying for them. How about yourselves?â
âJust getting some of the city defenses organized,â said Henry.
âTime for people to decide what side theyâre on. Either youâre a Greek or youâre a Venetian, thatâs the choice.â
âSaid the Englishman and the Dane to the Genoese,â I said. âAnd there are Frenchmen with the Venetians, too.â
âThat just means I get to combine pleasure with business,â chortled Henry. âItâs about time we had a proper war around here. Things were altogether too boring.â
âSo I hear,â I said. âSomeone told me youâre now doing escort duty for funerals.â
âExactly my point,â said Henry. âEscorts for the dead! A waste of our talents. If this keeps up, Iâll end up using my axe to hew wood.â
âIâll beat your sword into a plowshare if you like,â I said. âI admire
your bloodthirst, but what will you do if there is no war? They could still make peace, you know.â
âNow, whereâs the fun in that, eh, Cnut?â scoffed Henry, slapping the younger fellow on the back, which resulted in a loud clanging noise.
âHow about you, lad?â I asked Cnut when the reverberations had faded.
âOh, I would like to see battle,â he said. âFather sent me here for experience, and I havenât had much, except for marching.â
âThereâs plenty of experiences you can have without getting yourself killed, you know.â
âYou can stay home in bed and grow old if you want,â said Henry. âBut the true test of a man is with steel.â
âSteel cuts all men, the brave and the
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