Chapter ONE - Weebly

Henry nodded, frowning with disgust.
“Well, he’ll make you another. He’s been smithing
for you for ages.”
“I know. But I wanted this one done by today. I
have other things t’ do.”
“Well, this should brighten your day.” Ethan pulled
from his pocket the pouch given to him by Berson’s
man and handed two pounds to the cooper.
“That should pay for my room through the rest of
the year.”
Henry stared at the coins as if he had never seen so
much money in one spot. “I should say it does.
Where’d ya get all this?”
Ethan shook his head. “Not important,” he said. It
wasn’t that Henry didn’t approve of thieftaking; in fact,
he enjoyed the stories Ethan told about his past jobs.
But he grew alarmed whenever he knew too much
about what Ethan was working on at any given time.
Ethan wasn’t sure how much of his concern was for his
shop and the room above it, and how much was for
Ethan himself, but he couldn’t deny that the old man
fretted after him, as if he were Ethan’s father. Truth be