#10. A Transference of Red (The Wash Boy, Part 2)

#10. A Transference of Red (The Wash Boy, Part 2)

Brindi dropped an armload of dirty tankards in front of the wash boy and leaned in over the counter to whisper in his ear. “What did it say?”
The wash boy raked the tankards into the wash basin, and replied, “It said, ‘This Is Loveless’, written in blood on a big stone nearby.”
Brindi’s eyes went wide, and she leaned away from the wash boy. The wash boy arched an eyebrow at her, and she turned away, back to her duties. The wash boy went back to his own duties, and let Brindi stew in that grisly detail for a while. The tide of tavern talk and tankard thumping washed over the place. Eventually, Brindi returned with more tankards…
“There’s something else as well, but you cannot tell a soul, not a single soul…” dangled the wash boy.
“You know I would not.” replied Brindi.
The wash boy knew no such thing, but he was mostly a kind fellow. “A man with red hands was seen walking back from the valley early this morn, well after Gilliam would have been killed.” he whispered.
“So it must have been one of Gilliam’s own brothers that did for him. Or his father, even? Who else but the Redsails have red dyed hands? None but family work in their shop.” Brindi said.
The wash boy looked back at her for a moment, appearing unsure. Then…..”Mayhap it was just the killer, still bloody from the crime, or mayhap you are a clever one, Brindi. Strange things do happen when Captain Marsh is in town…” With that, the wash boy went back to washing. Brindi went back to her own work, thinking she was a clever one.

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