The Robin And The Kestrel

She closed the shutters again, and turned back to Jonny. 'It isn't The Singing Bird,' she said, apologetically.

'It's also n-not th-the g-gaol, or a d-dry s-spot under a b-bridge,' he replied. 'And it s-seems c-clean.'

'Very true.' She bent down for the blankets, but he beat her to them, unfolding them deftly and helping her make up the bed. 'We'll have to take everything with us whenever we go out openly,' she told him, 'or it likely won't be here when we come back.'

He turned to pull the latch-string in, barring the door to anyone who wasn't willing to break it down. 'I t-take it w-we w-won't b-be d-doing a l-lot of th-that?'

'Probably not.' She spread out her purchases on the bed. 'The food here is going to be pretty dreadful, that's why I bought all this; since neither of us can afford to be laid up with a flux and cramps, we'd better buy our dinners elsewhere. They tend to buy rather dubious foodstuffs for these places _well, look at the candle, they buy these stubs in lots from the Cathedral and the homes of the rich, who won't burn a candle down to the end. The food'll be like that. There won't be any facilities here other than a privy in the alley. The laundry has a bathing room we can rent.' She sliced up bread while Jonny dealt with the cheese and sausage. 'One of us should stay in the room when the other leaves officially. That probably ought to be you.'

He nodded. 'B-between th-this st-stutter and th-the f-fact th-that you m-might n-not b-be s-safe here alone, I th-think you're r-right. J-just d-don't let any P-Patsonos s-spot you.'

She winced, but he had a perfect right to remind her of that. And a few weeks ago_I would have been angry that he had. Now it simply seems practical.... 'Right. Well, it looks as if our plans just got thrown right out. We can't take pleasure parties around to the inns doing magic tricks... and I'm not sure that any of the Houses are still in operation, except in the Warren itself.' She frowned with thought. 'I'll have to go in the Warren and start spreading the word about how Padrik actually works his 'miracles.' Maybe the people in there can do something. I'll start with Donnar, and see if there's anywhere I can go from there.'

He ate several bites before replying_and as their candle-stub threatened to flicker out, took one of the new candles and lit it from the last flame of the old, pushing the unlit end down into the melted wax from the stub. 'I d- don't l-like you g-going in th-there alone. B-but th-there's n-no ch-choice.' Then he smiled shyly. 'B-besides, you're p-probably more c-competent in there th-than m-me.'

She glowed briefly with pleasure at his words, but then sighed, and ate a piece of cheese, pensively. 'I only hope we aren't too late to do anything at all.'

Donnar was willing to see her, but as she shared a jug and a plate of fried dough-bits with him, he listened to her brief explanation and shook his head.

'Ye're too late,' Donnar said, flatly. 'There's not a thing ye can do, now.'

She glanced around his establishment, which was only half-full. The customers drank with one eye on their liquor, and one on the door. The Guards and Constables had not yet 'cleaned up' the Warren, but rumor had it that they were getting ready to do so, and those rumors had every petty thief and freelance whore jumping at shadows. No one had molested Robin in any way on her way in; no one had any time to worry about one small, drab female, when there was so much more threat from other sources.

'What happened?' she asked, feeling desperation creeping into her voice. 'Has everyone here gone mad?'

Donnar shook his head. 'Ye'd think so,' he sighed. 'Padrik's got the Mayor an' the whole damn Council in 'is pocket. Couple three days ago, all of a sudden, like, comes all these new rules_an' all these new Guards an' Constables t'enforce 'em, an' the Mayor an' Council just back 'em right up. Padrik must'a been plannin' on this fer a while; most'a these clods ain't from Gradford. I heard they been in trainin' since summer, off on Church land somewheres. But whether that's true _' He shrugged. 'I dunno where th' copper came t'hire 'em, but I'd bet it's from Church coffers, an' not the town's.'

'So even if I could tell you, not only how Padrik does all his 'miracles,' but who showed him how, it wouldn't do any good?' she asked, tension and fear putting an edge to her words. How could this have happened? Never for a moment had she thought that there would be nothing they could do!

Donnar stared at her for a moment, then said, slowly, 'Evr'one in th' Warren is a lawbreaker; either he started out like that, or th' Church an' th' law forced 'im into it. Who's gonna listen to us?'

He had a point, and she stared at her mug, utterly deflated, and all in a single moment. 'No one,' she replied, dully.

He nodded. 'Tha's 'bout the size of it. He's got ev'thing but th' Warren, an' now there's rumors he's gonna take it, too. I dunno if Padrik's really gonna clean up th' Warren or not. Thing is, I kin think 'f one way he could do it, if he didn' give a fat damn what happened t'nobody, an' didn' have th' men t' do th' job.'