Re: The Dark Amazon
"He offered his blood to the lwa, to defeat de Vega," Hornsby replied, "This wound won't kill him - but it canst be healed by magic. Just by time." The man's hands were steady enough, and his skill at binding a wound shut seemed sufficient. Marianne was able to observe how best to suture a wound. "And think what ye will of that, Yank - I'll tell you no lies. No time for lies, the truth be dicey enough." With that, he tied off the thread and was done, handing the small sewing kit back to Liza. Then he winked at Marianne with the lone eye, saucily.
Brother Clary watched the snake slide itself along the ropes in easy, slinky loops, smoothly questing toward a porthole, where it flicked its tongue at the thick glass viewport for a while. Then it curled back on itself to ease along the ropes into a patch of sunshine, where it seemed to go to sleep. It was probably the worse guard-snake on record.