ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Author of MURDER ON THE WATERFRONT, Read a review from OVER MY DEAD BODY: http://www.overmydeadbody.com/ladymarg.htm Order now from Amazon.com http://countess.notlong.com Please visit my website: http://www.coganbooks.net
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (12) A Rainy Night In Baghdad (Short Stories) This rain is the piss of Satan! [812 words] Jubilee, A Novel (Novels) Paris is in flames and the hungry guillotine waits . . . [4,571 words] Life, Death, And A Guitar (Short Stories) Life can turn on a dime and sometimes the guitar doesn't make it. [480 words] [Crime] Murder On The Waterfront (Novels) Lady Margaret is an artist and amateur sleuth, Monahan is a hardboiled detective. Together they solve a murder with international implications. [2,358 words] Nanotech (Short Stories) Alien technology is not for everyone! [971 words] Path To The Top Of The M Ountain (Short Stories) You never know who is walking beside you. [500 words] Pick A Pocket Of Sunshine (Short Stories) What a beautiful day for petty crime! [379 words] She Dances Down By The River (Short Stories) Danger in the firelight. [453 words] The Assassin (Short Stories) What lurks in the chill of the night? [440 words] The King's Best Soldier (Short Stories) Beric races for home, haunted by a Dakhanni demon. [1,270 words] The Stone Of Immortality (Short Stories) Do you want to live forever? [1,145 words] Wicked They Come (Short Stories) What is making that darned noise? [2,930 words] [Science Fiction]
The Honor Of A Lady Susan Brassfield Cogan
"Sir, if you do not cease interrupting my card game, I shall slit you open teeth to belly!"
"But sir, I have an urgent need to speak to you, on a matter of some delicacy." Though he was scarcely a youth, the lace on his sleeves marked my tormenter as a gentleman.
"You will possess yourself in patience or you will taste my steal." I turned my attention back to the important matters at hand. "I wager six more, you blackguard!"
"Sir," the youth whispered hoarsely. "It concerns the honor of a lady."
"Outside!" I said, tossing down my cards.
"Which lady?" I asked when we were outside .
"The Lady Melissa de Chandon has been scurrilously insulted and has commissioned me to run you through. My glove." His glove flew past my head. With that he drew his sword. I felt no hurry to draw mine.
"Melissa de Chandon? I never touched her. We danced one pavan and parted company. I was too far gone in drink for more."
"During that dance you claimed her ears were over large." He waived his sword at me even though I had declined to draw mine. Then he lunged. I dodged easily.
"Fie you say! Are they large?" I said, searching my mind. "I don't recall."
"You claimed you were tired from the dance and wished to crawl into one of them and sleep!"
"No! She misunderstood. I said I longed to sleep upon her bosom so taken was I with her beauty."
"You said they were the size of church doors!"
"The hall was damnably noisy. I said her ears were as beautifully wrought as church doors." The boy lowered his blade.
"We are both gentlemen," he said. "Do you swear this is the truth?"
"I swear it upon my honor."
He offered his hand. "Come, let us lift an ale in friendship."
I shook his hand and followed him back inside.
"No bigger than carriage doors, I swear." I said under my breath.
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