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The story so far:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

I was careless as I turned the corner and so I ran almost directly into Finch and Ellmore, who were coming my way. My heart stopped for several moments, for I fully expected Malon's goons to recognize me. Ellmore, after all, had kept me immobile for several minutes while Finch gave Lascaux the beating that killed him, after which Finch turned and knocked me unconscious.

After a moment, though, it became clear to me that the pair was sharing a private joke of some kind, because aside from shoving me out of their path, they paid no attention to me and continued past, in the general direction of the jail. Had I been armed, I would have been sorely tempted to get some payback for my Master, but I wasn't, and that was that.

I turned and resumed walking, as innocuously as I could, in the direction of where the inn was supposed to be. After a couple of hundred yards, I spied the inn on the other side of the street, recognizing it by its distinctive roof line. From my vantage point, I was looking at the back side of the inn, and there, not far from a wide wooden door that was doubtless used for supplies, stood the cart in which Usha and I had been brought into town. I continued down the street, past the inn, and then crossed the thoroughfare. Once across, I changed direction, returned to the inn, and climbed into the back of the cart.

The leather bag was still there, under the driver's seat, half covered by the rope that passed through the pulley blocks. I moved the rope aside, opened the bag quietly, retrieved the dagger than I had stolen from Malon, and set about examining the other items in the bag.

Most of the contents consisted of leather-working tools, the kind that come in handy for repairing tack. These were in a poor condition, caked with rust, and useless to me.

Beneath those tools was a sheathed hunting knife that was well-oiled, well-balanced (even in my small hands) and wickedly sharp. I appropriated it. I also took a small leather purse of coins, deciding to wait until later to loosen the knot that held the pouch closed. Coin was coin, and even a purse of coppers increased my working capital.

A pair of sharp taps on the side of the cart startled me very nearly to the point of immobility. As I slowly reached for my newly acquired knife, Fremd's face came into view over the side of the cart, and his attention seemed fully fixed on the pipe he had just emptied against the side board.

“I would not waste too much time in there, young man,” said Fremd. His voice was quiet, and he kept looking at his pipe. “A couple of the boys were sent to the jail a little while back. To kill you, you know.”

“Where's Usha?” I asked.

“She's safe, for now,” said Fremd. “But did you hear what I said? Malon wants you dead.” He glanced up and back the way I had come. Then he turned away. “You'll pardon me, but I don't want to be anywhere near you when Finch and his cousin come tearing around that corner with the news you've escaped. I got in Dutch enough with Malon last time, with him thinking I helped Usha escape that search party he sent me on.”

“Which you did,” I said. Fremd stopped for a moment, then said, "I don't owe you nothing," and continued walking.

“Wait!” I said. “At least tell me where I can hide?”

“Keep yer voice down,” said Fremd. “Go around the side, go down in the root cellar. Stay until night. Leave town.”

“But what about...?” I said, but Fremd had passed through the wide wooden door and closed it behind him.

I climbed down from the cart and followed Fremd's instructions. No sooner had I closed the cellar door behind me and dug in among several sacks of potatoes, but I began to hear shouts that got louder and eventually turned into a general tumult in the building above me.

Through the ceiling of the root cellar, I heard muffled exclamations, which I took to be orders being issued in response to my escape. I took stock of my situation.

My escape had been discovered, but at least I was now armed with a knife. I had learned nothing about Usha's whereabouts, but I was at least in a position to buy things, including information—assuming I could stay alive long enough to do so. I was free for the moment, but effectively trapped in a cramped cellar underneath a building filled with hoodlums out for my blood.

You've got them right where you want 'em, whispered Lascaux's ghostly voice in my ear. Buck up... you're still alive... it said. And that sure beats the alternative...

How typically like my Master, I thought, and gave a little involuntary grin.

Then I snapped to alertness.

Voices passing just outside the door to the root cellar went silent, and now the cellar door was rattling, as if it was about to be opened.

I burrowed as far more as I could into the sacks of potatoes, with my back to them, as I drew my new knife from its sheath and held it out and down.

Then I waited for whoever—in whatever number—to come down the stairs.

[To Part 10]

Date: 2016-02-27 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eternal-ot.livejournal.com
Well..well..I wished there was more..keeping people interested for so many weeks is indeed a commendable job..:) Great Going!

Date: 2016-02-28 12:26 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-02-27 03:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] murielle.livejournal.com
So glad to see Fremd, again!

The story continues to unravel, and I am as enthralled as I was in the beginning. :-)

Date: 2016-02-28 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
Good to hear.

I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-28 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whipchick.livejournal.com
Another edge of the seat installment! I'm curious, are you heading for a whole book after Idol?

Date: 2016-02-29 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
I will confess, the thought had crossed my mind.

Do you think it would work?

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-28 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bleodswean.livejournal.com
This is one of the stronger entries in your 'verse. You really know this character and you have such a knack for action. What would otherwise be a filler scene....you flesh out completely with all the right details and dialogue. Well done for a man who was blinded by medicine!

Date: 2016-02-29 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
Thanks for the kind words.

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-28 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sinnamongirl.livejournal.com
You're doing so awesome on incorporating the prompts into this story, and keeping us on the edge of our seats for so long! Good job!

Date: 2016-02-29 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
I hope to be able to continue this for as long as is necessary (or possible).

Thanks for the comment!

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-29 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dee-aar2.livejournal.com
I say just this .... You are doing a great job continuing the plot week after week incorporating the prompts ... and then doing it in such detail and clarity ... Kudos.

Date: 2016-02-29 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-29 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fodschwazzle.livejournal.com
It feels like a confrontation is getting close. How unfortunate that his escape was discovered before he could exact revenge.

As always, stellar.

Date: 2016-02-29 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
Thanks!

I, too, feel some kind of major leap coming up.

Unfortunately, I don't know what it is, yet. ;^)

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-29 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ellakite.livejournal.com
I'm enjoying this continuing, ongoing tale. Can't wait to see what happens next...

Date: 2016-02-29 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
I'll try not to disappoint. :)

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-29 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] halfshellvenus.livejournal.com
Wonderful continued sense of danger and suspense here, and I too was glad to see Fremd return.

And still wondering where Usha is...

Date: 2016-02-29 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
Thanks for the compliment!

Cheers...

Date: 2016-02-29 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] inteus-mika.livejournal.com
Aw, too bad... I was hoping one of these goons was being set up as a fall guy for taking the dagger. On the other hand, though, I suppose a dagger is much more useful as a weapon. And now he has two weapons, which is even more useful.

Date: 2016-02-29 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexpgp.livejournal.com
How right you are!

There will (I hope) be opportunities in the future for the dagger to play a role in the story.

:)

Cheers...

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