Everyone was digging into their
food like… well, like starving crows. (note - the people present are in a group known as the Crows.) Two of them were done, though – the
Cobham twins.
Of course.
Max had brought along her axe.
Not the wooden one she used in training, but an honest-to-goodness medieval weapon.
Flustered and wanting some distraction from James, Josephine spoke.
“Max?”
“Aye?” the woman said, her hand
pausing in the middle of polishing the handle.
“Where did you get this axe?”
“Stole it from a museum,” Max replied.
“Back when we was…” she glanced at her brother. “Seventeen?”
Mark nodded. “Aye, when we were still
with The Rat. The British Museum.”
Josephine’s ears perked up. “The
Rat? You worked for him? Why were you at this museum?”
“Yeah,” Max said. “From when we
were ten ‘till six years ago, when we turned twenty.”
“Think we were at that museum t’
just steal money for him,” Mark popped in.
“An’ then we got busted.”
“Jus’ like you,” Mark added, with
a mock sad frown. Josephine felt like slapping him again, but there was no need.
Max did it for her. Though it was less of a slap and more of a hard punch on
the shoulder.
“Ow.”
“Drop it already,” Max growled,
and he relented, sulking. His sister continued. “We went in without swords or
anythin’, ‘cause it was th’ middle of the day. Was just us and some other of
The Rat’s people. We were like his…” She trailed off there, trying to find the
right word. “Killers-in-training. There was us, an’ Deverling-”
“Deverling?” James said, suddenly
jumping into the conversation. “Thomas
Deverling?”
Max nodded. “Aye, yeah. Us an’
him an’ some other guys.” She paused for another interruption, some question to
be asked. James stayed silent and Josephine did the same, both of them intent
on the conversation.
Mark took up the mantle. “At the museum,
we got busted. And we didn’t have any weapons, so everyone jus’ ran - exceptin’
Thomas, me, an’ her,” said Mark, indicating his sister. “Th’ museum was showing
these medieval swords and stuff on display.”
“I got this,” said
Max, holding up her axe.
“I didn’ get anything, cause-”
“’Cause you were too fuckin’
stupid to think of gettin’ anything,” Max interrupted.
“No, cause I was waitin’ for one
of ‘em to come so I could grab his sabre!”
“Yeah, right, you fuckin’ pussy-”
“Cmere!”
James spoke up before they could
begin pummelling each other. “Did Thomas get a seax?”
Max frowned, stopping with her
hand in Mark’s hair. “How’d yer know…?”
“What’s a seax?” Josephine said.
“He showed it to me,” James spoke
to the two of them. “It’s like a knife-sized sword. Always wondered where he
got it.”
“Gotcha,” Max said. She released
Mark and he growled, rubbing his scalp. “Anyway, yeah, I grabbed my axe and
Thomas got his seax an’ we fought our way out.”
Max stopped talking and looked
around the table.
“Is that it?” Josephine asked, disappointed at
the anticlimactic ending.
“Yer such a shit storyteller,
sis,” Mark said. “Y’forgot the part where I saved your ass.”
“I saved yours too,
shit-for-brains.”
“An’ Thomas,” Mark said, “Thomas
saved us both. Forgot t’ mention that too.”
Josephine was forming a picture
in her head of the mysterious Thomas Deverling. From what the Cobham twins were
saying, he sounded like a hero. “Who is this Thomas?” she asked.
They all looked at her. Richard –
she’d almost forgotten that he was there – answered. “The Rat’s right hand
man.”
The Rat… He is the Crows’ eyes and ears. Surveillance.
She had so many questions – but James
had more, and spoke before Josephine could.
“What happened? During that fight
in the museum?”
“Told you. We fought our way
out,” said Max.
“He wants details, you fuckin’
donkey.” Mark dodged his sister’s half-hearted punch, picked up his spoon, then
stood up like an actor in some play. The spoon became an imaginary sabre in his
right hand, staring forward at an invisible enemy. “Max had her axe an’ Thomas
had his seax an’ I’d taken my sword off the first guy who ran in.” He lunged
forward and Josephine saw his pretend sabre slice through the air. Mark
imitated the sound of blood flying. “Second guy.” Another sound effect. “Third guy.
There were so many guards in that museum I couldn’t really see what Tilly was
doin’…”
Max stood up with her axe and Mark grinned at
her. She grinned back, swung her axe – for a terrible split second Josephine
was afraid Max would hit her brother – then the blade went whistling behind
him, carving a hole through an unseen man at his back. “Guy behind you,” she
said, and Mark responded by shoving her down, stabbing another one in the air
behind her.
“Guy behind you.”
Josephine watched, awed, as the
two performed what was almost a dance, Mark with his imaginary sabre and Max
with her real axe. They spun and sliced and pivoted and parried. They were two
people standing before a table of just three, but she could see every enemy
they slew, every strike they deflected.
Then Mark stepped onto the bench.
Josephine called out in surprise and quickly moved her bowl out of the way as
the man positioned himself, facing another invisible opponent. This one was
apparently tougher than the rest – Mark ducked and lunged and leaped back,
making the whole table shake. Crows further down seemed to be split on how to
respond – half were cheering and whooping, the others were telling the man to
get down.
Richard was on the side of the
latter. “Alright, that’s enough – get down, you bloody mad cunt!”
Laughter followed the bearded
man’s words and Mark obeyed, finishing off the air with a thrust to the throat
and jumping down.
Josephine clapped and the rest of the table
followed. Mark gave a theatrical bow to his adoring crowd. Max rolled her eyes
and sat down first.
Josephine waited for the noise to
die down before speaking. “What about Thomas?” she asked.
“What about him?” Max replied,
already helping herself to a second serving of soup.
Josephine realised she was
probably going to give a mundane answer if she asked about the museum. “With…
The Rat? How come he is still with them and you are not?”
Max shrugged and looked at Mark.
He obliged. “Thomas,” he said as
his sister went right back to eating, “Thomas was the one who got t’ be The
Rat’s pet. Th’ rest of us got killed, or by The Rat’s words, didn’t have the
guts for the job.”
“Thomas told me he tortured and
blackmailed people,” James muttered to her. She nodded slightly to acknowledge
him, keeping her eyes on Mark, taking in everything he said.
“He’s two years younger than us, if
I’m rememberin’ right. Creepy guy. Didn’t talk much.”
“What did you do for The Rat?
Besides robbing museums?”
“He’d give us these names an’
locations an’ we’d have to go kill whoever was there.”
“That is it? Nothing else?”
“Yup.”
“What… what kind of people did
you have to kill?”
Mark sat back in his seat,
thinking. “A whole bunch. There was farmers an’ random street people, but then
once we had to bust into a rich guy’s place.”
Strange to be killing people when he’s supposed to be only
surveillance.
Josephine was about to ask
another question when Nathaniel Ainsworth’s voice stopped her: “Time to hit
things, boys! Get up!”
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