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was first trained to be a courtesan, and then taught to be
an assassin who was sent out to hunt down fellow Europeans.
Haunted by his past, he wants nothing but peace and safety
away from those who despise him. He possesses a poetic soul
and a need to right the injustices that he and others have
suffered.
He has since retired his
assassin's role against the Brotherhood and has become a
full-fledged member.
Kit makes his first
appearance in:
“Then kill him in the hall.”
They all turned arched looks toward Kit who spoke in a deadly tone. “You could go up behind him, pretend to stumble and then slide a grism into his back, straight into his heart. By the time anyone realizes he’s been mortally wounded, you can be out of the hall and back in your tent.”
Nassir and Zenobia exchanged a bewildered look. “How do you know about that?”
“I’m a minstrel. ‘Tis a common known way to deal with enemies.”
“I didn’t know that,” Rowena said.
Kit shrugged. “You don’t travel with minstrels who write of war.” Kit’s eyes took on a strange glint. “Imagine what it’s like when you stab someone who’s not expecting it. The look of horror and respect in their eyes as they stare at you, knowing you’re not so weak and helpless after all. The feel of that last gasp of their breath on your cheek before they fall dead at your feet.”
A bad feeling went through Rowena. “Kit?”
He gave her an innocent look. “Aye?”
“Is there something you wish to tell us?”
“Nay, why would there be? I only repeat what I’ve heard others say.”
Still there was an uncomfortable awkwardness between them all as each of them sized Kit up anew.
Could Kit...?
Nay, Rowena decided. It wasn’t in him to take a life.
She was sure of it. And even if he had, he would never allow Stryder to pay for the crime of it. He loved his brother too deeply for that.
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