Robert Newcomb - The Scrolls of the Ancients

As he looked up the street again, he thought he saw a suitable candidate for pickpocketing. As his target exited a clothing shop several doors down the street, Marcus casually shifted his weight away from the wall and began walking directly toward him.

The man was well dressed and was still counting his coins as he walked out of the shop, his purchases in one hand, his money in the other. Unbelievably foolish, Marcus thought. He had been taught never to exit a place with money still in his hands. Not only could everyone see how much he had, but they could also see which pocket he deposited it in.

Slowing down, Marcus watched as the fellow stuffed his coins into the right inside pocket of his waistcoat. Perfect, he thought.

Squaring his shoulders a bit in order to maximize the impact, Marcus hurried his pace again and walked directly into his mark. As the man twisted in an effort to maintain his balance, his coat flew open. One of Marcus' hands slipped in and out in a flash, then straight down toward the top of his right boot to let the coins fall into it.

"Watch where you're going, you fool!" the man shouted angrily as he juggled his packages. After giving the man a quick, seemingly embarrassed nod of regret, Marcus gracefully stepped around him and kept on going.

But he only took a few carefully measured steps before darting across the street and into Worth's shop. Looking out one of the windows, he smiled. The man he had just robbed was turning the far corner, completely ignorant of how much poorer he had just become. Judging by the weight in his boot, Marcus had done very well. He turned back to look over the shop.

The place was filled with arcane objects, some of which looked very old. Mr. Worth was standing in the back, talking politely to a prosperous-looking man and woman. Marcus walked closer. When Worth saw him his face lit up, and he almost choked on his words.

After taking care of the couple, Worth hurriedly walked them to the door, locked it, and then turned its sign around, indicating that the store was closed. Then he drew the drapes across the windows and walked back over to where Marcus was standing, a hopeful look crowding in around the edges of his face.

"You're back!" he breathed excitedly. "I thought I might never see you again!" Reaching up, he nervously worried one end of his white mustache.

Marcus tried to display his best look of indifference. "The scroll shall be yours," he said. "For the thirteen thousand kisa that we agreed upon. Do we still have a deal?" Holding his breath, Marcus prayed that the shopkeeper hadn't changed his mind.

"Oh, yes!" Worth exclaimed ecstatically. He was fairly bursting with joy. "Yes indeed! But I will need three days to get the money together."

Marcus narrowed his eyes. He didn't like the sound of this. He had hoped to finish his dealings with Worth as soon as tomorrow, and be done with the scroll forever. He looked skeptically up into Worth's dark eyes. Worth seemed even more nervous now than the first time they had met. And if he wanted the scroll as badly as he said, then why didn't he already have the money ready? Marcus wondered. Or did he really have that kind of money at all? A cold sense of dread shot through him.

"Why the three days?" he asked. "I thought you were in a hurry to own the scroll."

"In order to pay you, I must liquidate my entire stock," Worth replied nervously. "I have talked to two other artifacts dealers, and they agreed to buy me out, lock, stock, and barrel. But it will take three days to accomplish the transaction. Then I can meet you wherever you choose."

Marcus thought for a moment, then finally decided that what Worth was telling him made some sort of sense. "Very well," he said finally. "Meet me at midday, in the same spot where we talked before. Near the stand where the old lady sells the throat larks to release. Do you remember?"

Worth nodded.

"Place the kisa into bags, and tie the bags onto a saddled horse," Marcus added. "I'll be moving fast, so follow my instructions to the letter, or the deal is off. My sister will be watching you, so don't try anything stupid. If I receive the wrong signal from her, I'll leave with the scroll, and you'll never see me again." He looked as hard into Worth's eyes as he dared.

"I understand completely," Worth answered quickly. "Everything shall be as you say."

Nodding, Marcus started toward the door. Then he paused and turned around. Smoothly pulling the knife from his trousers, he touched the button on its handle. It sprang open with a discernible click.

"Don't let my age fool you," he said sternly. "If you do anything to try to cheat me, I'll find you again and you'll be forever sorry."

Worth nodded. Walking the rest of the way to the door, Marcus unlocked it and let himself out.

Back on the street, night had fallen in earnest. Blessedly, he saw no sign of the man he had robbed, so he walked into the nearest alley, pulled off his boot, and counted the coins. Ten kisa. Easily enough to keep them in food until the day he sold the scroll. Happily putting his boot back on, he placed the coins into his pocket and made straight for the farmers' market. There might even be enough left over to buy one of the sweet cakes his sister loved so much. He smiled. 'Becca would be pleased.

F rom behind a curtain in the back of the shop, two figures came forward. The one painted like a harlequin pulled his dagger from its scabbard and casually placed its razor-sharp tip up against one of Worth's rosy, plump cheeks. The old woman stood next to him, clearly enjoying the anguish that the artifacts dealer was experiencing.

"Well done," Janus said. "You have him completely fooled. Keep doing as I tell you, and you just might live through this."

"Why don't you just follow him and take the scroll?" Worth asked nervously. "Why do you still need me?"

Janus pointed his dagger toward the door Marcus had just gone through. "Despite his early years, that one is exceedingly clever," he answered. "He has probably lived his entire life on the street, and would surely realize he was being followed. I should know, for I was once just like him. Should he suddenly understand that he is being pursued he would run, and we might lose him forever. No, better to let him come to us willingly. I am agreeable to letting you take your three days to raise the money. That adds a sense of well-needed reality to our little game, don't you think? Besides, the boy is smart enough to want to check the contents of your moneybags, so you'd best have them full when the time comes. And then I will keep your kisa for myself when this is all over. I'm sure my master will not mind, since he is well beyond such mundane desires. He may well even compliment me on my ingenuity."

Janus smiled menacingly. As he did the red mask crinkled up at the corners. "And then, once I have both the scroll and the money, those troublesome children shall die."

"How-how did you find me?" Worth asked, his voice trembling. The bizarre man and woman had walked into his shop yesterday and threatened to kill him on the spot. Since then Worth had lived in fear of his life, hoping desperately that Marcus would return.

Janus smiled. "With the craft, of course. You need not know the details."

Terrified, all Worth could do was nod.

Janus ordered Worth and Grizelda back toward the curtain, and let it close silently behind them.

Forty-seven

G eldon felt the sharp sea wind running through his hair as he stood at the bow of the Savage Scar, the flagship of the Minion fleet. More than two hundred other such ships sailed with her through the restless Sea of Whispers. The sky was darkening, and the three rose-colored moons had just risen, bathing the froth-tipped waves in their glow.

As the hunchbacked dwarf swayed back and forth with the rhythmic rocking of the vessel, he looked out across the sea and was again reminded of how much had changed since the Chosen One and the lead wizard had first come to his home nation of Parthalon. There were still so many troubles that would have to be surmounted if Eutracia, Parthalon, and the people he cared so much about were ever to find true peace.