sighed with relief. If Bazie wasn't lying— and there was no reason to think that he was— then his "pupils" had done well for themselves.
And so should he.
It also spoke well that Bazie was perfectly pleased about their success and didn't begrudge them their independence.
"Nah, young'un, ye did good yestiddy, but 'tis in m'mind that mebbe ye shouldn' be seed fer a bit?" Bazie made a question out of it, and Skif was in total agreement with him.
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"If th' Guard's got inta it— what wi' th' girl Maisie an' all— mebbe they lookin' fer me," Skif replied. "Ol' Kalchan, well, 'e got hisself in bad deep, an' Guard'll be lookin' fer witness t' whut 'e done. An' ol' Londer, 'e'll be lookin' fer me t'shet me up."
"No doubt. Mebbe— permanent." Bazie lost that expression of pleasant affability that Skif had become accustomed to. "I know sumthin' uv ol'
Londer, an'— mebbe 'e wouldn' dirty 'is 'ands personal, but 'e knows plenty as would take a 'int 'bout gettin' ye quiet."
Skif shuddered. He had no doubt about that. " 'F I'm not 'bout, 'e'll let ol'
Kalchan 'ang. Specially 'f Kalchan don' ever wake up. An' 'e'll say, 'e didn'
know nothin' 'bout th' girl, an' no one t' say otherwise."
Londer had three sons, after all. He could afford to lose one.
Hellfires, 'e'll prolly get a girl and breed him a couple more, just t' be on th' safe side, Skif thought with disgust. He rather doubted that his uncle's long-dead spouse had enjoyed a love match with the man, for Londer never mentioned or even thought of her so far as he could tell. And Londer wouldn't have any trouble finding another bride either. All he had to do was go down to the neighborhood where the Hollybush had been or one like it, and he could buy himself a wife with a single gold piece. There were dozens of husbands who would sell him their own wives, or their daughters, brothers who would sell sisters, dozens of women who would sell him their own selves.
Well, that was hardly anything Skif could do something about.
"I think ye're gonna be m'laundry maid fer a fortn't or so, young'un," Bazie said. Skif was disappointed by that, of course, but there really wasn't any way around it. He had to agree, himself. He didn't want to get picked up by the Guard, and he surely didn't want his uncle looking to keep him quiet. There wasn't going to be any excitement in washing up scarves and veils— but he figured he might as well put a good face on it.
"Nawt s'bad," he replied, as cheerfully as he could. "Don' mind doin'
laundry, 'specially bein' as it's pretty cold out there."
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Raf, Lyle, and Deek looked pretty pleased over the situation, though.
Well, they should be, since it got them out of hauling water, washing, and taking out whatever trash couldn't be burned.
"Cheer up," Raf said, clapping him on the back. "Bazie's nawt s'bad comp'ny, eh, Bazie? An' 'tis warm enuf in 'ere, real cozy-like. Better nor that there 'Ollybush, eh?"
"Oh, aye, an' 'e ain't 'eerd all me tales yet," Bazie laughed. "So I got an audience wut won' fall asleep on me!"
One by one, the other boys went out to prowl the streets and see what they could filch, leaving Skif alone with Bazie. Little did Skif guess what lay ahead of him when he finished all the chores Bazie set him— including, to his utter shock, washing the stone floor! —and the last of what Bazie referred to as their "piece goods" were hung up on the lines crisscrossing the ceiling to dry.
Lunchtime had come and gone by then, and the boys had flitted in and out, leaving swag behind to be cleaned and mended, when Bazie said, "Right.
Skif, fetch me th' book there— i' th' shelf next t' loaf."
Obediently, Skif went to the set of shelves that held their daily provisions— Bazie never kept much around, because of the rats and mice that couldn't be kept out of a room like this one— and found the book Bazie wanted. It wasn't difficult, since it was the only book there, a battered copy of a
And so should he.
It also spoke well that Bazie was perfectly pleased about their success and didn't begrudge them their independence.
"Nah, young'un, ye did good yestiddy, but 'tis in m'mind that mebbe ye shouldn' be seed fer a bit?" Bazie made a question out of it, and Skif was in total agreement with him.
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"If th' Guard's got inta it— what wi' th' girl Maisie an' all— mebbe they lookin' fer me," Skif replied. "Ol' Kalchan, well, 'e got hisself in bad deep, an' Guard'll be lookin' fer witness t' whut 'e done. An' ol' Londer, 'e'll be lookin' fer me t'shet me up."
"No doubt. Mebbe— permanent." Bazie lost that expression of pleasant affability that Skif had become accustomed to. "I know sumthin' uv ol'
Londer, an'— mebbe 'e wouldn' dirty 'is 'ands personal, but 'e knows plenty as would take a 'int 'bout gettin' ye quiet."
Skif shuddered. He had no doubt about that. " 'F I'm not 'bout, 'e'll let ol'
Kalchan 'ang. Specially 'f Kalchan don' ever wake up. An' 'e'll say, 'e didn'
know nothin' 'bout th' girl, an' no one t' say otherwise."
Londer had three sons, after all. He could afford to lose one.
Hellfires, 'e'll prolly get a girl and breed him a couple more, just t' be on th' safe side, Skif thought with disgust. He rather doubted that his uncle's long-dead spouse had enjoyed a love match with the man, for Londer never mentioned or even thought of her so far as he could tell. And Londer wouldn't have any trouble finding another bride either. All he had to do was go down to the neighborhood where the Hollybush had been or one like it, and he could buy himself a wife with a single gold piece. There were dozens of husbands who would sell him their own wives, or their daughters, brothers who would sell sisters, dozens of women who would sell him their own selves.
Well, that was hardly anything Skif could do something about.
"I think ye're gonna be m'laundry maid fer a fortn't or so, young'un," Bazie said. Skif was disappointed by that, of course, but there really wasn't any way around it. He had to agree, himself. He didn't want to get picked up by the Guard, and he surely didn't want his uncle looking to keep him quiet. There wasn't going to be any excitement in washing up scarves and veils— but he figured he might as well put a good face on it.
"Nawt s'bad," he replied, as cheerfully as he could. "Don' mind doin'
laundry, 'specially bein' as it's pretty cold out there."
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Raf, Lyle, and Deek looked pretty pleased over the situation, though.
Well, they should be, since it got them out of hauling water, washing, and taking out whatever trash couldn't be burned.
"Cheer up," Raf said, clapping him on the back. "Bazie's nawt s'bad comp'ny, eh, Bazie? An' 'tis warm enuf in 'ere, real cozy-like. Better nor that there 'Ollybush, eh?"
"Oh, aye, an' 'e ain't 'eerd all me tales yet," Bazie laughed. "So I got an audience wut won' fall asleep on me!"
One by one, the other boys went out to prowl the streets and see what they could filch, leaving Skif alone with Bazie. Little did Skif guess what lay ahead of him when he finished all the chores Bazie set him— including, to his utter shock, washing the stone floor! —and the last of what Bazie referred to as their "piece goods" were hung up on the lines crisscrossing the ceiling to dry.
Lunchtime had come and gone by then, and the boys had flitted in and out, leaving swag behind to be cleaned and mended, when Bazie said, "Right.
Skif, fetch me th' book there— i' th' shelf next t' loaf."
Obediently, Skif went to the set of shelves that held their daily provisions— Bazie never kept much around, because of the rats and mice that couldn't be kept out of a room like this one— and found the book Bazie wanted. It wasn't difficult, since it was the only book there, a battered copy of a
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