Saturday August 4, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part II: Royal Flush


Martre Flamb: You seem. . . pleased. . . that our King is dead.
Captain Tagon: Xinchub tried to kill me and my crew at least twice that I know of. So, yeah, I'm happy that he's dead.
Martre Flamb: Why, then, would you choose to provide security for his funeral? Why should we trust you with this?
Captain Tagon: Aside from the pay? Well. . . when I dance on Xinchub's grave, I want to be sure that his body is actually down there.