An eye appeared, examining Benito for a brief moment and then, for a much longer moment, the cargo on the barge. “All of that for us?”
Benito laughed. “You wish! Five casks. The rest are for Barducci’s. The boss won’t let us do ‘one person’ deliveries. And Barducci’s is running dry. Gotta have it there inside the hour. Party there tonight, with everyone going off to war. You goin’ to accept this load or do we take it away again?”
That dire threat brought the final decision. “Bring it round the side. Some of the men will come down and open up.”
“Send someone to offload, too.”
“Cheeky little sod. Does your master know you’re so lazy?”
“Ah, come on—”
“On your way! The men will see you there.”
On his way down the side canal, Benito whistled loudly, tunelessly. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a glimpse of Valentina on the opposite roof, grappling hook ready. She wasn’t going to swing across, herself. But the small barrel of black powder was going to pendulum across. Valentina reckoned it’d smash through those shutters like a knife through silk. It didn’t matter whether it did or not, just so long as there was fire and trouble in the main residential part of the Casa. Still, Benito wished he could watch. He also hoped like hell Valentina didn’t stay to watch.
The Dandelo men had already gotten the rusty portcullis they used to enclose their dock half up by the time they got there. When the barge was in, as Benito expected, the portcullis dropped again. That made good security sense.
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Benito laughed. “You wish! Five casks. The rest are for Barducci’s. The boss won’t let us do ‘one person’ deliveries. And Barducci’s is running dry. Gotta have it there inside the hour. Party there tonight, with everyone going off to war. You goin’ to accept this load or do we take it away again?”
That dire threat brought the final decision. “Bring it round the side. Some of the men will come down and open up.”
“Send someone to offload, too.”
“Cheeky little sod. Does your master know you’re so lazy?”
“Ah, come on—”
“On your way! The men will see you there.”
On his way down the side canal, Benito whistled loudly, tunelessly. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a glimpse of Valentina on the opposite roof, grappling hook ready. She wasn’t going to swing across, herself. But the small barrel of black powder was going to pendulum across. Valentina reckoned it’d smash through those shutters like a knife through silk. It didn’t matter whether it did or not, just so long as there was fire and trouble in the main residential part of the Casa. Still, Benito wished he could watch. He also hoped like hell Valentina didn’t stay to watch.
The Dandelo men had already gotten the rusty portcullis they used to enclose their dock half up by the time they got there. When the barge was in, as Benito expected, the portcullis dropped again. That made good security sense.
What happened