![]() 'Quiet, Alderman, and stay out of this, or you're in for a hiding,' the spotty-faced man warned. 'A sturdy mare, and saddlebags nicely stuffed. And we'll take the sorcerer's horse and chattels. 'For there's no one to pay for the basilisk. ![]() 'You've saved yourself a shilling, Alderman,' the spotty-faced man added. And you can't kill a basilisk without a looking glass, everyone knows that.' ![]() Why, he even went in without a looking glass, taking only a sword. It was plain from the start he was heading to his doom, just like the others. 'And now he's dead, sure as eggs is eggs. 'We made a deal with a living man, Alderman,' said the spotty-faced man's companion, a giant in a leather butcher's apron. 'But we struck a deal,' the fat man muttered hesitantly. Haven't enough people perished? Why wait?' 'Have you forgotten, Alderman, that a basilisk is lurking in that there dungeon? No one who goes in there comes out. 'For what?' the spotty-faced man snarled. 'Let's wait a little longer,' he said, wiping the sweat from his thinning eyebrows. ![]() A fat man in a yellow jerkin shifted from one foot to the other, cleared his throat and took off his crumpled biretta. ![]() The townspeople, crammed among the ruins, stared in silence at the black hole gaping in the debris, at the rubble-strewn opening. 'It's been an hour and a quarter since he went down. 'He won't get out of there, I'm telling you,' the pockmarked man said, shaking his head with conviction. ![]()
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