He sent for Boghaz on the pretext of giving orders concerning the galley. His real reason was that he could not bear to be alone. The fat thief was jubilant when he heard the news.
“You have brought it off,” he chuckled, nibbing his hands together in delight, “I have always said, Carse, that sheer gall would carry a man through anything. I, Boghaz, could not have done better.”
Carse said dourly, “I hope you’re right.”
Boghaz gave him a sidelong glance. “Carse—”
“Yes?”
“What of the Cursed One himself?”
“Nothing. Not a sign. It worries me, Boghaz. I have the feeling that he’s waiting.”
“When you get the weapons in your hands,” Boghaz said meaningly, “I’ll stand by you with a belaying pin.”
The soft-footed chamberlain brought word at last that Hishah had returned from Caer Dhu and awaited audience with him.
“It is well,” said Carse and then nodded curtly toward Boghaz. “This man will come with me to supervise the handling of the weapons.”