Chapter ONE - Weebly

done. Mother never catches herself in time.”
“She doesn’t have to; she’s your mother. Now
answer the question.”
“I’ve started working at Hunt’s Wharf,” Holin told
him, standing just a bit straighter. “Loading and
unloading for one-and-six a day.”
Ethan frowned again. If Holin was working on the
waterfront, he had no choice but to cross through this
part of the city every day. Ethan had half a mind to tell
Elli to keep the boy at home, at least until he had found
this sorcerer. But Holin would be angry with him, and
chances were that Elli wouldn’t listen anyway.
“How old are you now?” Ethan asked. “Fourteen?”
“Fifteen!” Holin said, indignant.
“Fifteen.” Ethan nodded. “That’s decent money for
a … a young man your age.”
Holin laughed. “Aye, you’re much better at that than
Mother is.”
“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” Ethan said, glancing
in the direction Nigel had gone. He didn’t see the man
anymore. He started to put away his blade, but then
thought better of it. His leg still ached and he felt sweat