“You suckers got any better idea?”
They never did have. Never been a single good idea between the lot of them. HE was the brains of the gang.
Axon, his second-in-command. Best he could come up with? These suckers were lucky he put up with them. They’d starve to death without him. Or hang.
“ ‘Course it’s fucking risky. Nothing ventured, nothing gained …..”
Conan answered back. Smiling. What he was planning carried a big risk. For him. But so was the prize.
“There’s a price on your head ….”
Axon was a prize moron. Always came up with the obvious.
Conan growled back. Impatient with these idiots who couldn’t see the wood for the trees.
“There’s a price on all our fucking heads!”
“Yeah. But it’s your fucking hide they want.”
Pleased with himself at getting an answer back.
Why did he have to keep explaining it over and over to these idiots?
“Which is why you are handing me in. Arsehole!”
He shook his head in desperation at their stupidity.
“Selling me down the river and claiming the reward.”
Axon’s brother .. even dumber than his big brother .. added his two-pennyworth. Pearls of wisdom as usual.
“Not forgetting the free pardon ……”
That had been the starting point for this strategy. A spy for the priesthood had sidled up to Axon in a tavern and suggested that .. if they betray Conan .. get him taken prisoner .. there’d be a free pardon in it for them. As well as enough to keep them in whores for a month.
“That’s why you’re doing it. As well as telling them you resent I skim off the best of the loot we take. You just get the scraps.”
True enough. And they did gripe on about that. But Conan had never let them in on the full secret. He took the risks, he hid away the lion’s share. These pricks didn’t know the half of it. How much Conan had stashed away.