XII

"I'm sorry, gentlemen. That's all I do. Duty calls," the rich man said.

Say goodbye to them, he went cheerfully along the way they sent him.

Terdin and his friend were left alone again.

"Two or three more stories to go, as the duty says," Terdin said with a heavy voice.

"Where are you planning?" a friend asked him.

"To the west, there is always work for a Landsknecht."

"You're right there."

"And you?" Terdin asked.

"East, there's always work to do with the coroner."

"True."