"Are you certain this is a good idea?" Hypathio asked as he draped a worn civilian cloak over Laedio's chainmail, hiding the gleam of steel beneath rough cloth.
"Perish the thought, man!" Laedio laughed softly. "What divides a good idea from a bad one except the outcome? Success blesses even the stupidest schemes, and failure curses even the wisest." He straightened the collar. "And as much as I would love to pretend otherwise, I am no Alpheo. I do not see tomorrow before it arrives. Though I admit"a grin tugged at his lips"I always wished I could."
Hypathio's jaw tightened. "Would I be a fool to suggest sending one of the men in your stead? Explaining to the prince how his favored captain got himself slit open in a shoemaker's backroom… that is not a conversation I wish to have with a royal."
Laedio's look told him the matter was closed long before he spoke.
