(Part I , XI , XIII )
It was comfortable in the dark, apart from the occasional thudding at the temples, and Steffan was tempted to lie there forever. The light returned despite that temptation, and with it a headache of ridiculous proportions. Steffan blinked open for a moment and winced. What a mistake. He resolved to never do it again.
"You'll have to open your eyes sooner or later, you know." Said the voice of Charlotte.
"No, I plan to stay like this forever. It's relaxing. Also, why break an awkward moment?" Replied Steffan.
"Does it hurt? I didn't want to hurt you, but you did flop onto the ground like a drunken salmon."
"Yes, you could say it hurts. How many horses trampled over me?"
"None. You're just being a baby."
Steffan opened his eyes again, and managed to keep them open. Charlotte was sitting on a bar stool sedately, modestly. "After weeks or exploring this city, the trouble comes to me. Hi." His quip fell on stony ground.
"You shouldn't make jokes, really. There are people here, waiting to talk to you, and work out if you're with the authorities or not." A worried look surfaced in her eyes. "I'm personally hoping you're not."
"So, there are problems in Edin, and it wasn't all made up out of whole cloth by Octavius, when they tried to recruit me." Quickly, he hurried on, still wincing a little. "They didn't succeed."
"Don't tell me. The bosses will just get you to tell it all over again. Banksy especially." A long pause. "Why would they want you? Are you someone special?"
"Could have been, could have been. Now I think I'll follow your advice and not tell you yet." Steffan stifled a smug sensation and reminded himself he was probably in some serious peril.
"They'll be here in an hour." Charlotte offered. "Just who do you think you've been taken by?"
Steffan hesitated, and then realised he had made several assumptions too many. "I was trying to find out just what had been behind the mission Octavius tried to recruit me for. That was about people apparently trying to drive a wedge between Edin and Burgh."
"Ah. Sounds like you maybe you are part of the authorities."
"No. What about you?"
"That would be telling." Charlotte stood up, and walked calmly out of the room. The door locked shut behind her. Steffan lay still, and thought.
To be continued...
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