When the King's spymaster heard that Talley, one of his spies, had been captured by Spanish soldiers, he had taken the problem straight to the King. The king was in one of his interminable meetings, but he took a break and the spymaster was showed into a small personal library.
The spymaster stated the problem quickly, "Talley talks in his sleep."
The King looked surprised. "Then why is he a spy? I thought that not talking would be one of the requirements."
hasn't been a problem before because the man makes sure he sleeps alone
in a magical chamber that eliminates sound. Because of his problem he
doesn't allow his mistresses to sleep over. He has lost a few
relationships that way."
"Oh," said the King. "Does the enemy know that this particular spy has that problem?"
spymaster nodded. They both knew that employing this man was had been a
terrible idea. But, but, Talley had the best sources of information
about the Spanish army. How could they not use him?
"How long do we have before he talks?"
spymaster looked at the ornate grandfather clock in the library. It
stood in the corner. The spymaster thought he could hear the sounds of
doom in the clock's ticks.
"Two hours," he said to the king.
king nodded because there could be no words said for this order. The
spymaster nodded back. In a few moments he would send his best assassin
who didn't have a sleep talking problem to kill Talley.
Spaniards liked to display their prisoners before taking them into the
torture room or in this case the sleeping room. The assassin would have a
few moments to send an arrow through Talley's throat. If he lived,
which the spymaster doubted, the man wouldn't talk again.
The spymaster didn't sign an official order. This one would be blamed on Spain. Deniability was the key.
spymaster's desk was covered with personnel papers. He looked through
each one for a new spy he could use. Before he picked one, he would make
sure that part of the application process was a sleep study for a few
weeks. He didn't want another mistake.
No, another mistake like a
sleep-talking spy and the spymaster's head would be on a pole on the