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"Please Sir! I can take you to the Bold Brass Gang!" I tugged at Lord Provost's tunic, my eyes pleaded with him.
"Get off street-urchin! Back to the sewers with you!"
"But My Lord! Please!" I yelled after him.
"Listen youngling here is a few silver coins. Get back to your Ma afore I take you to the Dogs for disturbing a Noble." I grabbed the crimson bag that sailed my way, it was heavy in my palm and I could smell the familiar tang of metal.
"Yes…sir…but please…I know where they lay!"
"I'm sure you do now get home!" he kicked his horse to a trot and left me coughing and breathing the dust that the magnificent horse kicked up as they headed up toward the Palace…stupid Noble.
I tucked the scarlet bag into the front of my shirt and left the street running home as fast as I could. I got there and swung open the door. My little siblings sat on the floor munching on the bread that I had filched for them earlier this morn'.
"Where's Mama?" I asked.
"She 'eft. Said that she need to talk to th' man that hit 'er." Answered Diona, she was my sarcastic brat of a little sister, defiantly goin' to be a woman much sought after when we get older.
"No…" I whispered then I straightened up and took the three little ones into the other room to sleep, "Diona I need you to tell Mister Woods next door to watch our house. Tell him it's urgent. Hurry you silly gixie run!" She did as I bade her and ran for our neighbor. I waited for her to come home before I left at a run.
I passed through the Day Market crowds, dodging filchers and rushers. I fingered the small knife I had hidden up the sleeve of my long shirt. I felt the muck seep through my breeches, my feet were already coated in it. Finally I got there.
I stood in front of the large shed in the back of one of the old bread stalls that stood there before the Day Market Fires.
Carefully I opened the door and screamed… the walls were covered in blood and my Mama's newest lover was covered in it a heavy iron axe held in his hand drenched in red slowly dripping onto the floor…
I woke with a start, sweating even in my loin cloth and breast band. I sat up in bed and grabbed a pitcher of water and dumped it over my head. I buried my face in my hands and calmed my breathing and heart down.
I stood and opened the shutters of my room and blinked at the incoming rays of light. 'Noon' I thought yawning, 'I should get back to bed.' I dragged myself back over to my bed and lay there for another hour when I heard a clunking sound coming up the stairs. I moved quickly grabbing the short sword that hung from a scabbard on my bed post. Living in the Lower City could make a mot crazed.
I peeped through a crack in the door and saw a table. I shook my head and looked again. It twas a moving table.
"Put your back into it!" yelled the deep yet musical voice of a mot.
"I will if you will!" yelled another, obviously that of a cove.
"Come one guys stop fighting and hurry and put that table in the room. There's still plenty of stuff downstairs." This mot had a bright and cheery voice high pitched like small bells.
Then there was a yelp and I saw and heard my door splintering, they had smashed the table accidently against my door. My eyes flashed and I knew they had turned ice-like. Tightening my grip on my sword I opened the door to the hallway and glared at the three people in it.
"I am trying to sleep after a long night. I suggest you keep it down and stop trying to destroy my door. I've already fixed it twice. Now who in all the Realms of Chaos are you?" I was angry they were being loud and my head pounded from lack of sleep.
"We don't mean any harm we are just trying to get our stuff upstairs." I looked at the man my eyes narrowing; he had long blonde hair and obsidian eyes, "Mistress Trout said it would be alright if we took out stuff up now."
"I'll need a word with her. She knows how late I get in. I swear one of these days I'm leaving this sad little apartment and getting a real house in the Lower City, but you first of all didn't answerer my question. Who are you?"
"I'm Rosto. The mot that was helping me carry the table is Aniki and the other mot is Kora. We're from out of town."
"Well Master Rosto. I keep late hours so I don't want any loudness around this time."
"A doxie are ye?" asked Aniki.
"No. I'm a singer at the Court of the Rogue. Rebeka Cooper but my stage name is Ice Melody."
"What do you want us to call you then?"
"Beka here but Ice Melody at night," I answered I kept my eyes on his face, "It's best for you to call me that."
"Sorry fer wakein' ye. But is there any place to eat."asked the larger mot, Aniki, she had the looks of a swords woman about her.
"Mistress Nolls place used to be good until she was arrested. Try her daughters place, Genma. Tell her Ice Melody sent you."
"Anything else?"
"No." I watched their retreating backs as they went back downstairs, "Oh and Master Rosto, I suggest you shift you knives a bit, the one in the small of your back is showin' as well as the handle of you boot knife."
I closed the door on their astonished faces.
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