Free The Queen's Blade by T. Southwell

one, for I would have enjoyed it more if he had."
    "Those bungling fools your queen sent before you died slowly. They squealed like stuck pigs and bled in fountains. I have never seen so much blood, or men take so long to die."
    "Be quiet."
    "I know that my father died courageously."
    "He did not have time to be afraid. Doubtless, had I taken the time to torture him, he would have squealed as loudly as the finest pig."
    Kerrion snorted. "He would have killed you with one blow."
    "I killed him with far less effort."
    Kerrion snarled, "You tricked him, dressing up as a damned whore! I expect you have been one often enough, to be so convincing."
    "Be quiet."
    "Did you lie with him before you killed him, half man?"
    "Did your father enjoy buggering men?"
    The Prince jerked at the chains. "Release me, and I will push those words down your throat until you choke on them."
    Blade drew a dagger and lunged at the Prince, impressed when the man did not cringe. He gripped an ear and held the blade to it. "Keep goading me, and I will cut pieces off you until you stop."
    The Prince met his gaze, looking unafraid, but prudently silent. Blade sat back and studied his captive again. The aquiline cast to Kerrion's features gave him a fierce look, yet the uncertainty of inexperience tempered it.
    Although Kerrion was only a few years younger than him, Blade pondered the vast difference between them. The Cotti Prince had been raised on milk and honey and given all that he desired. He had undoubtedly never known pain or suffering, grief or loss, never gone hungry or thirsty in his life. His outlook was naive and his nature untested by hardships.
    This experience would probably shape the Prince's character more than any of the soft years he had lived until now. Blade compared this with his own life and shuddered. He did not like to dwell on his past. There was nothing good in it at all. He had lived a harsh existence from an early age, suffered all of life's trials and been strengthened by them. If Kerrion was clay waiting to be moulded, Blade was the tempered steel of the name he had earned.
    Blade closed his eyes, the weariness of two days and a night without sleep, combined with the nervous tension he had been under during that time, taking its toll. Aware that his prisoner was not secured, he forced himself awake and bound the Prince to a tree, then spread a blanket on a pile of leaves and stretched out with a sigh.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Blade jerked awake, the events of the previous day returning with a rush of anxiety. A glance at the Prince assured him that his captive was still bound and asleep in an awkward huddle at the base of the tree. The assassin washed in the stream, then kicked the Prince awake, saddled the horses and packed up the camp. Kerrion's bloodshot eyes betrayed his sleepless night, and his chafed wrists testified to his struggles to free himself. Blade untied him, allowed him a drink of water and a call of nature, then thrust him towards his horse, making him stumble on stiff legs. Before Kerrion mounted, Blade produced a sack to put over the Prince's head, and he jerked away.
    "Is there no end to your sadistic inclinations? Did your queen order you to humiliate me as much and as often as possible?"
    Blade shook his head. "You are a Cotti. If people see you, I doubt that I will be able to keep them from lynching you, or worse. You will wear the hood if you want to live, and keep your mouth shut."
    The assassin chuckled as he boosted his prisoner onto his horse, and Kerrion spat a few choice insults in reply. The day passed peacefully with the Prince silenced, and Blade set a steady pace that ate up the miles.
    That night, he again selected a wooded grove in which to make camp, then pulled the Prince from his horse and yanked the hood off with unnecessary force. Kerrion emerged angry and dishevelled, glancing around before unleashing his pent-up vitriol.
    "If I am returned to my people, assassin, I shall see to it