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    “Previous satisfied employers include?”
    “Olympia, the Shepherd Queen, the Crouch Enders. I done security for the May Fair for a bit, as well.”
    “Well,” said the marquis de Carabas. “We’re all very impressed with your skill.”
    “I had heard,” said a female voice, “that you had put out a call for bodyguards. Not for enthusiastic amateurs.” Her skin was the color of burnt caramel, and her smile would have stopped a revolution. She was dressed entirely in soft mottled gray and brown leathers. Richard recognized her immediately.
    “That’s her,” Richard whispered to Door. “The hooker.”
    “Varney,” said Varney, affronted, “is the best guard and bravo in the Underside. Everyone knows that.”
    The woman looked at the marquis. “You’ve finished the trials?” she asked.
    “Yes,” said Varney.
    “Not necessarily,” said the marquis.
    “Then,” she told him. “I would like to audition.” There was a beat before the marquis de Carabas said, “Very well,” and stepped backward.
    Varney was undoubtedly dangerous, not to mention a bully, a sadist, and actively harmful to the physical health of those around him. What he was not, though, was particularly quick on the uptake. He stared at the marquis as the penny dropped, and dropped, and kept on dropping. Finally, in disbelief, he asked, “I have to fight _her_?”Jordan Flight Team Shoes
    “Yes,” said the leather woman. “Unless you’d like a little nap, first.” Varney began to laugh: a manic giggle. He stopped laughing a moment later, when the woman kicked him, hard, in the solar plexus, and he toppled like a tree.
    Near his hand, on the floor, was the crowbar he had used in the fight with the dwarf. He grabbed it, slammed it into the woman’s face–or would have, had she not ducked out of the way. She clapped her open hands onto his ears, very fast. The crowbar went flying across the room. Still reeling from the pain in his ears, Varney pulled a knife from his boot. He was not entirely sure what happened after that: only that the world swung out from under him, and then he was lying, face down, on the ground, with blood coming from his ears, and his own knife at his throat, while the marquis de Carabas was saying, “Enough!”
    The woman looked up, still holding Varney’s knife to his throat. “Well?” she said.
    “Very impressive,” said the marquis. Door nodded.