Traitor's Storm (31 page)

Shaxsper leaned towards the light and flicked through the pages. ‘Hmm,’ he said, thinking aloud. ‘Prospero. Caliban. Ariel …’ He looked up. ‘Oh, God, Kit! Not a
song
!’

Marlowe shrugged and grinned a rueful grin.

‘Well.’ Shaxsper had a sudden thought. ‘How much do you want for this?’

Marlowe spread his arms. ‘Nothing.’

‘Nothing? Are you sure?’

‘It’s yours.’ He turned to walk away. ‘I call it “The Storm” by the way.’ He made for the stairs where he could already hear Sledd and Henslowe in furious argument about the cost of lumber.

Shaxsper called to him and he turned back. ‘Yes, Will?’

‘You don’t mind if I change the title, do you, Kit?’