![]() ![]() ![]() Sawing back and forth, he felt the purse come loose, but something was not right. It took only an instant for Mince to realize his mistake. Instead of purse strings, he had sliced through the merchant's belt. Like a hissing snake, the leather strap slithered off the fat man's belly, dragged to the cobblestones by the weight of his weapons. Mince did not breathe or move as the entire span of his ten disappointing years flashed by. Run! the voice inside his head screamed as he realized there was a heartbeat, perhaps two, before his victim- The merchant turned. He was a large, soft man with saddlebag cheeks reddened by the cold. ![]() His eyes widened when he noticed the purse in Mince's hand. "Hey, you!" The man reached for his dagger, and surprise filled his face when he found it missing. Groping for his other weapon, he spotted them both lying in the street. Mince heeded the voice of his smarter self and bolted. Common sense told him the best way to escape a rampaging giant was to head for the smallest crack. He plunged beneath an ale cart outside the Blue Swan Inn and slid to the far side. Scrambling to his feet, he raced for the alley, clutching the knife and purse to his chest. The recent snow hampered his flight, and his small feet lost traction rounding a corner. "Thief! Stop!" The shouts were not nearly as close as expected. Finally reaching the stable, he ducked between the rails of the fence framing the manure pile. He crouched with his back against the far wall, exhausted. The boy shoved the knife into his belt and stuffed the purse down his shirt, leaving a noticeable bulge. Panting amidst the steaming piles, he struggled to hear anything over the pounding in his ears. "There you are!" Elbright shouted, skidding in the snow and catching himself on the fence. I honestly don't know why I bother trying to teach you." You just stood there-waiting for the fat oaf to turn around. Mince and the other boys referred to thirteen-year-old Elbright as "the Old Man." In their small band only he wore an actual cloak, which was dingy-gray and secured with a tarnished metal broach. Elbright was the smartest and most accomplished of their crew, and Mince hated to disappoint him. Laughing, Brand arrived only moments later and joined Elbright at the fence. "But-he-" Brand could not finish, as laughter consumed him. Like the other two, Brand was dirty, thin, and dressed in mismatched clothing of varying sizes. His pants were too long and snow gathered in the folds of the rolled-up bottoms. Made from green brocade and trimmed with fine supple leather, it fastened down the front with intricately carved wooden toggles. A year younger than the Old Man, he was a tad taller and a bit broader. In the unspoken hierarchy of their gang, Brand came second-the muscle to Elbright's brains. Kine, the remaining member of their group, ranked third because he was the best pickpocket. This left Mince unquestionably at the bottom. His size matched his position as he stood barely four feet tall and weighed little more than a wet cat. "I'm trying to teach the kid a thing or two. "I thought it was brilliant." Brand paused to wipe his eyes. "I mean sure it was dumb, but spectacular just the same. The way Mince just stood there blinking as the guy goes for his blades. But they ain't there 'cuz the little imbecile done cut the git's whole bloody belt off! Then…" Brand struggled against another bout of laughter. "The best part is that just after Mince runs, the fat bastard goes to chase him, and his breeches fall down. By Mar, that was hilarious."Įlbright tried to remain stern, but Brand's recounting soon had them all laughing. "Okay, okay, quit it." Elbright regained control and went straight to business. Mince fished out the purse and handed it over with a wide grin. "Feels heavy," he proudly stated.Įlbright drew open the top and scowled after examining the contents. "Just coppers."īrand and Elbright exchanged disappointed frowns and Mince's momentary elation melted. "It felt heavy," he repeated, mainly to himself. "Do we give him another go?"Įlbright shook his head. We can watch for new arrivals and hope to get lucky." "No, and all of us will have to avoid Church Square for a while. The boys jogged toward the palace walls, following the trail that morning patrols had made in the fresh snow. ![]()
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