Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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sword’s for decoration, if you get my meaning. Besides, he was dirty and his clothes were<br />
rumpled and sweat-stained but obviously good quality. That made him a natural target. Likely on<br />
the run, not wanting to call official attention to himself, and probably with a fat purse for an<br />
enterprising lad.<br />
Some of the local boys like to try these would-be nobles out. When their target’s a dirty,<br />
tired-looking rich man carrying a baby, well, the pickings start to look a lot easier, if you catch<br />
my meaning. <strong>The</strong>y don’t kill the unlucky ones, but they do leave the travelers wishing they’d<br />
taken a different route.<br />
I watched them size up the stranger out of the corners of their eyes, and I added a few<br />
more repairs to the carpenter’s bill come morning. I ain’t a hero, and I ain’t going to stop ’em<br />
from a bit of fun.<br />
He got himself a table by the fire, ordered some warmed milk for the little baby, who was<br />
starting to get a little cross, and some bread and meat for himself, with water to drink. That<br />
provoked a few sniggers from the boys at the nearby table, but they died quick enough to keep<br />
him from getting suspicious. I brought all this out to him.<br />
It started innocently enough, but I knew what was happening. I kept looking up to see<br />
when it was going to start, see if I could guess what was coming next. I must have looked up four<br />
or more times between the intended victim and the thugs. <strong>The</strong>se things develop a sort of pattern,<br />
you see, and it usually starts with a spilled drink, a couple of “accidental” shoves, and if the target<br />
don’t take the bait, why, it just becomes a little more obvious. This man, I figured he’d be taking<br />
offense with the first or second spill, especially if it involved the baby.<br />
I misread that night for sure. It took longer than usual to start, and that was a bad sign,<br />
because it meant the boys were working up for a serious beating. <strong>The</strong> drunker they got, the harder<br />
they hit and the later they stopped. I wanted to pass word to him that he was in for a bad night,<br />
and maybe to put the baby somewhere safe, but it wouldn’t’ve been safe for me, and I had to live<br />
there… so I just let it go and kept my counsel to myself.<br />
It took at least an hour. <strong>The</strong> man finished his food and tended to the child, and when they<br />
were both satisfied, the kid dozed off. He closed his eyes by the fire, too, leaning back against the<br />
wall, and it looked for all the world like he was sleeping.<br />
That was pretty much the perfect moment for the boys to start in, and they took their best<br />
shot. A hell of a shot it was, too—a shout and hurled mug of beer started the whole mess off. <strong>The</strong><br />
mug crashed into the wall by the man’s head, too close to the baby for my comfort, and that’s<br />
when the boys would have pretended to be fighting amongst themselves.<br />
<strong>Colin</strong> <strong>McComb</strong> <strong>Oathbreaker</strong>, <strong>Book</strong> 1: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Knight's</strong> <strong>Tale</strong><br />
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