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Night at the Opera on Podcastle

My Ile-Rien story “Night at the Opera” with Nicholas and Reynard is up on Podcastle, with a full cast reading!

http://podcastle.org/2016/01/26/podcastle-400-giant-episode-night-at-the-opera/

Excerpt:

Reynard Morane was at his usual table in the Cafe Baudy, a somewhat risqué establishment built on a barge in the Deval Forest pleasure garden’s lake, when a beautiful man approached his table. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence, especially in this cafe, but this beautiful man was a stranger. He said, “Captain Morane?”

From his features and dark skin, the man was Parscian, a little younger than Reynard but not by much, tall and well-built, and dressed in an elegant but understated way which suggested some level of the upper class. The coat was too expensive for the man to be from a university. For some reason, Reynard attracted a high percentage of men of academic persuasions. “Yes.” Reynard smiled warmly. “Please join me.”

The man hesitated, then drew out the opposite chair. “A friend told me about you.”

“And which friend is this?” Reynard caught the waiter’s attention and lifted his brows. The waiter sized up the situation professionally, then went to the bar for a fresh bottle of wine and glasses.

“A man named Biendare.” The man lowered his voice. “I believe he is known in some circles as ‘Binny.’”

“Binny?” Reynard frowned. This was not encouraging. Binny was not someone who would have recommended Reynard for an assignation. At least not the kind of assignation Reynard had hoped for. Just to make certain, he said, “At the roasted nut kiosk on the Street of Flowers?”

“No, it was in March Street, at a wine bar that also sells fried fish.”

“Right.” Reynard sat up, adjusting his attitude from invitingly indolent to business-like and alert.

The waiter arrived at the table with the bottle and glasses. Reynard sighed and told him, “No.”

“No?” The waiter looked startled, then disappointed. “Oh. Coffee, perhaps?”

“Coffee,” Reynard agreed.

The man cast a puzzled look at the retreating waiter’s back, and Reynard admitted, “I was hoping it was an assignation.” He waved a hand. “It’s the Cafe Baudy, you know. There are often assignations.”

“Oh, yes, I...” The man obviously decided to drop that subject and pursue his objective. “My name is Amadel. I am the confidential secretary for the Lady Shankir-Clare. She needs assistance of a…particular sort.”

Reynard held up a hand for silence as the waiter approached. He waited until the coffee service had been arranged and the waiter departed, then said, “She’s being troubled by someone but feels unable to confide the details to the Prefecture?”

“Yes, exactly.” Amadel added cream to his cup with the relief of a man who had been searching everywhere for help and was finally in the right place.

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That is an Awesome story!

I hope that one day there will be more stories featuring Reynard.

Artha, while reading James Nicoll's review of The Wizard Hunters, I wondered if you had ever thought of writing a story or snippet featuring Ronsarde and Doctor Halle?

All of the Between Worlds stories are well worth reading. I'm a huge fan of that entire setting, though I keep hoping to see more of Tremaine.

In the podcast, I particularly liked the voice of Nicholas.

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