He could detect a hint of malice and irony in her tone at the last two words, but ignored them. He easily slipped into his usual fast-talking, smooth tone of voice that was the mark of a master conman. He was used to getting others to react in certain ways, and could adapt to any situation. Talking, and, of course, the acquisition and later palming-off of fake goods, and his skills with forging cheques and notes.
“You know, Aris.”
The gypsy smiled, but there was no humour.
“I am not the woman you knew back when you were a child, Kagiso. I’ve changed, and, by the looks of it, so have you. What do you do these days, boy?”
Kagiso returned the smile, but his was a winning and dazzling one; another mark of the salesman.
“I make my way with... Illicit activities, yet nothing that as yet is noted as a major crime in Asgarnia, Aris.”
Aris chuckled mirthlessly.
“You’re a conman now then?” A look of surprise flitted across Kagiso’s face, and Aris noticed. “Don’t fool around, Kagiso. You think I am some daft old woman? I’m nearly five hundred, you know!”
Kagiso looked down.
“You were a bad influence.”
Aris pushed her chair back and stalked round the table to Kagiso’s seat.
“I was not. It was for your own good. No-one can earn an honest living nowadays.”
“You seemed to manage fine, Aris.”
She looked away.
“I did, for a time. But after you left, the Orb started showing signs of doom, every day, for every person. People wouldn’t accept it, and scoffed at my seeing.
I took to entertaining on the streets, and made my tent into a stall. It turned to trickery, as such things always do.”
Kagiso could relate to that. He remembered plying his trade on the streets of Ardougne, and in its grand market he had built a coconut shy. Aris noticed his glazed look, and snapped him from his reverie.
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