the Assassin from Canadia

"Pleeeeeassse! I beg of you, take the sword away!"

There was an urgency, a great fear in the assassin's voice. Astra heard it, but she figured it was because whe was an amazon, and everyone had heard the tales of amazon warriors. "Tell me what you did to Fred."

"Oh, pluh,pluh,please take the sword away! Pretty please with a cherry on top!"

The whining of the assassin was surprising. But Astra would not desist. "I will take the sword away when I am right and ready. Tell me what you know of Fred, what did you do to him?!"

"Oh, oh, oh, mercy me. I can't stand it! I think I just pee'd in my jerkin. Take it away and I'll tell you everything!"

Astra was amazed, no, more than amazed. Then the wheels of her mind started turning and the pieces of this pitiful, whiney, good-for-nothing assassin began to fall into place. "Say, you're not from Canadia are you?"

"Oh pooh, pooh, pooh! Yes! Now you know my secret, now get the sword away, I'm deathly phobic about sharp thingies...why do you think I carry a club?! I mean, my goodness, if I wanted to be 'in vogue' I'd be carrying the very latest in daggers! But dammit-to-pieces those things have sharpies on the end!"

Astra now understood better the adversary before her and she eased off the sword. She didn't pull all the way away, but she did let him breathe easier. "Now, where is Fred?"

1. The assassin faints as he now sees the sword above his crotch
2. the assassin feints a faint and pulls a quick one on Astra

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