Urquhart had his bolt cocked already, to kill the woman serving the drinks in the bath-house before taking out her lord, the target of this commission. But when she saw him, a mere eye's blink before he'd shoot, she shook her head, and deftly grabbed her master by his hair. Urquhart moved in, a dark shadow, and slit the man's throat. "None of us will give you away," she whispered as the dark blood swirled into the bathwater. "We will light candles for your soul as long as we live because he will never use his ius primae noctis on our young daughters again." And she offered him the drink that she hadn't even dropped.