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The Austin widow nodded. She had the gun, and I was tempted not to even try to plead my case. |
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Still, as Cosmo would say, "No risk, no reward," and I barged on. "Well, then, who is the Emissary?" |
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The faint, almost discernible little smile was long gone. A twisted mask composed of distrust, confusion and cultism was all too much in evidence. She glared back at me without responding. |
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"If you can't tell me that, at least give me the rundown on Kelto." |
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The old woman was obviously weighing her answer. "I am told he is one of us, but I do not trust him. The Emissary will put him to the test." |
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"The test? What kind of test?" |
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"No more questions," she snapped. Just like that I was back to square one. "Go!" |
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I shrugged, turned and started for the door, hoping the Emissary wasn't sending a message that could be interpreted as "shoot." The door was open and I was halfway out before she spoke again. |
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"Do not come back again, Mr. Wages. The Emissary has spoken. Skeptics are to be regarded much the same as we regard the nonbelievers. They are not to be trusted. And if you cannot be trusted not to interfere, then you will be treated the same as those who seek to intervene." |
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I had the distinct feeling that I had taken |
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