Call for a Parley
Nov. 12th, 2009 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanCollins, for that had to be his name, froze and went white to the lips, his eyes bright with terror. "How..." he exclaimed.
I took the soggy cloth hastily. "I'll wash, you watch," I said, clearly enough for the court to hear. "You'll never make a soldier, man, if a few bruises make you faint."
The burst of laughter from the audience covered Holmes's quiet command to Collins to keep still. My friend had taken the young man's arm in one hand, holding tight enough to make his knuckles whiten. "You don't want anyone to overhear our negotiations, do you?"
I took the soggy cloth hastily. "I'll wash, you watch," I said, clearly enough for the court to hear. "You'll never make a soldier, man, if a few bruises make you faint."
The burst of laughter from the audience covered Holmes's quiet command to Collins to keep still. My friend had taken the young man's arm in one hand, holding tight enough to make his knuckles whiten. "You don't want anyone to overhear our negotiations, do you?"
