another glimpse of Kialan, looking absolutely horrified, in the crowd beyond the fountain. The people near, seeing someone being arrested, drifted quickly away from around the cart. Kialan seemed to get lost in a moving group and was gone the next second. Moril stood by Olobâs head in an empty space, quite irrationally angry with Kialan. Not that anyone could do anything if the Earl took it into his head to have Dagner arrested, but even Kialan would have been better than no one. He looked despairingly at Dagner. Dagner had only time for one hopeless look back before the two men led him away across the square toward the jail. The crowd hurried away from all threeâas if Dagner had a disease, Moril thought angrily. He wished Dagner would walk upright, instead of going bent and guilty-looking.
âIâve never been so furious in my life!â said Brid. âNever! Of all the unjustââ She stopped, and looked uneasily round the empty space by the fountain, realizing she was on the way to getting herself arrested, too.
The two men vanished with Dagner inside the frowning jail. Moril had never felt more lonely. âIâve just realized,â he said. âWe didnât have a license to sing, did we?â
âWeâre entitled to operate on Fatherâs for six months,â said Brid. âFather told me, and I know thatâs the law. I hope Dagner remembers. They canât do this! Theyâre just tryingââ
A man approached across the empty space, rather grudgingly, carrying what looked like a sack of oats. He stopped some way off the cart. âYour brother ordered this,â he said. âDo I take it away again?â
âYouâll do no such thing!â Brid said haughtily. âItâs paid forâthat I do know. Put it in the cart.â
âPlease yourself,â said the man unpleasantly. He dumped the sack on the flagstones and went away.
That was nasty, somehow. Moril saw that everyone was going to avoid them now. Angrily he supposed that Kialan had deserted them in the same way. He left Olob, who seemed to be quietening down, and dragged the sack over to the cart. âWhat shall we do , Brid?â
âDo?â said Brid, more furious than ever. âIâll tell you what to do. Iâll have to stay here, in case Dagner ordered anything else, but youâre to go over to the jail at once and ask to see Dagner. Go on. Tell them heâs related to the Earl. Say Motherâs Tholianâs niece. Make a fuss. Ask them to send for Ganner. Make it quite clear that weâre well connected. And when you see Dagner, tell him to do the same. Go on. Theyâre just trying to frighten us into paying for another license, I know they are!â
Obediently Moril scurried off across the square. He was so shaken that he could think of nothing else to do, even though he knew in his heart that it was no good. In the South, when they arrested people, even for small offenses, it took more than a boy talking about noble relatives to get them out of prison. At the least it took a lot of money. And as they had not got a lot of money, the doors of the jail could well have closed on Dagner for good. Moril wished Ganner had found them, after all. By the time he reached the cold archway into the jail, he was heartily wishing they had never left Markind.
âPlease,â he said to the man on duty there, âI want to see my brother.â
The man looked down at him, not unkindly. âClennen the Singerâs son?â Moril nodded. âAnd how old are you, lad?â asked the man.
âEleven,â said Moril.
âEleven, are you?â said the man. âThey donât hang your kind till theyâre fifteen, you know, so youâre lucky.â Moril thought this was meant to be a joke and smiled politely. âLook, lad,â said the man. âTake some good advice. Get in that cart of yours and drive off. You
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