Chapter 55: It's Nice To Be Wanted

Chapter 55: It's Nice To Be Wanted

When I returned to the others, they had a bunch of questions for me. They hadnt expected to see me walk out with the old frogman, and didnt know what to do. Rush over and help? Cause a distraction so I could escape?

You know, said Claire, I thought you might kill them, even the little baby. She laughed like she was telling me some silly joke. I was about to scream at you to leave them alone, but Maurice said we should see what you were planning.

I could imagine the reaction if a crazy girl had suddenly started screaming at the top of her voicefrogman spear straight into my gut. Fortunately, they ended up doing what I would expect from them. Nothing.

We ate the fish for dinner, which was by far the best meal wed had in days, and next morning we set off back to Fengarad. I explained the deal I had made exchanging goods for services and they let out a collective sigh of relief. More shopping was something they could handle.

It took us two days to get back. On the way, I showed them the hand movements for creating fire. There was no reason to keep it secret from them, and there was always the chance one of them had a knack for it.

They all very excitedly gave it a go, but no one managed to produce a flame. Although every few minutes Flossie would blurt out, Ah think ah felt summit. No, really, this time, there were definitely a tingle in me fingers.

They eventually got bored and gave up, but I kept at it. Maybe it was one of those things that just clicked one day and you could just do it.

We were out of food, exhausted and ready for a night in a cosy room with a proper bed as we reached the familiar city walls. The sight we were met with as we approached Fengarads main entrance, though, twisted my stomach so hard I nearly fell over.

The long line of people wishing to enter the city was there as usual, along with the guards on the gate. But stuck to the city wall were a number of posters. They were like the bounty posters in the Municipal Directory that told you which beasts to kill and how much money youd receive for them. Only these posters didnt have a picture of a beast on them, the drawing was very clearly of a man. Me.

And the rewards? 10,000 bits. Dead or alive. The dead was in a much bigger font than the alive.

Of course, it was very flattering to be considered such a high value target for every killer out there. If my head hadnt been spinning while I gasped for breath and flop sweat ran into my eyes, blurring my vision, Im sure I would have felt immensely proud of the achievement.

The others quickly huddled around, propping me up as my legs gave out.

Oh look, said Dudley, isnt that one of those, er, what do you call them? Trees?

Yes! agreed Maurice. Ive been wanting to have a closer look at one. Lets go over there.

All of them joined in this highly unsuspicious conversation as they carried-dragged me away from the line of people all watching the group of weirdos who apparently had never seen a tree before.

The drawing was of me when I had my scraggly beard and my hair wasnt quite right either. The artist had also taken the liberty of thickening up my eyebrows and giving me a vicious scowl. Wanted-me definitely had the face of a criminal and was also, somewhat upsettingly, much more handsome than regular-me.

All these small changes, plus the hat I was wearing, helped me get away without being recognised. If I had been, Im pretty sure every single person waiting to enter Fengarad would have abandoned their position in line to beat me to death with their bear hands, and split the money between them.

Shit, for 10,000 bits I considered surrendering to the authorities and claiming the reward myself.

We managed to get beyond the trees and out of sight.

Great. I guess well have to make ourselves scarce for a couple of days. It wasnt ideal considering how tired and hungry we were, but it could have been a lot worse.

The thing is began Maurice, in a tone I didnt like at all. Once we realised you werent really considered a criminal, we told Ducane you were here. And he thinks it would be best if you went to the Palace and sorted things out. Turns out the King is quite keen to meet you, and he can smooth things over with Princess Looney.

But Ill be mobbed as soon as Im recognised, I said.

Claire took over. Thats why hes sending an armed escort to take you there. She pointed at the six soldiers walking towards us.

It was inconvenient, but they were right. Best to deal with it now. Okay. Lets get it over with.

Yes said Maurice in that same tone. I really need to get something to eat.

And I need a bath, said Claire.

Ahm dead on me feet. Couldnt make it to the Palace if I tried.

Let me take your bag for you, old boy, offered Dudley. Make it a little easier on you.

Well go grab our usual rooms and meet you later, yeah? Maurice gave me an encouraging pat on the back. And by encouraging, I mean highly irritating.

The four bastards abandoned me just as Corporal Laffi arrived with his men, who had their swords drawn and carried large shields.

Ah, hello again, said Laffi. Now, well be moving quite quickly and if we do get attacked, please remember to keep your head down and your hands inside the shields at all times. Its considered bad form to bleed in the Palace.

Laffi took the lead, with two soldiers either side of me and one bringing up the rear. There were even more posters of me once we entered the city. The journey was more than little nerve-racking. Everywhere I looked, my face looked back.

We moved the way you do when youre walking at night and you hear footsteps behind you, so you speed up while trying to make it look like you arent running scared. Which looks odd enough when its just one person. When its seven of you all doing it together, with heads bobbing around like paranoid pigeons as you check for assassins well, we got some pretty strange looks as we zoomed through the streets of Fengarad.

The soldiers were nervous and the short one at the back kept diving behind me every time someone stepped out of a side street or alleyway. I suspected Ducane hadnt assigned his most elite troops to this detail, although they did have nicely polished shields. I kept my hat pulled down low and hoped for the best.

We made it to the Palace in one piece. Once through the gates, my fearless guards regained some composure and we marched through the impressive Palace grounds at a more normal pace, stopping occasionally so Laffi could tell the sentries who we were and where we were going.

We entered the Palace through a side door, probably a tradesmans entrance, and walked what must have been at least a mile along various red-carpeted corridors. Finally we reached large double doors with a bunch of chairs lined up outside.

Just wait while I let them know were here, said Laffi. They should be expecting us.

He went through the doorsfrom the glimpse I got, there seemed to be a man at a desk and another set of doors beyond himand I was left standing with my escort. I didnt know how long it would take and really fancied sitting down. As I looked around, I noticed there were six other people already seated. Three boys and three girls, one of whom was Jenny.

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