"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. He plunged beneath an ale cart outside the Blue Swan Inn and slid to the far side.Ĭommon sense told him the best way to escape a rampaging giant was to head for the smallest crack. 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.
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