Once “asleep,” he held himself still as a matter of pride, although the stone under his hip was painfully hard and his arm was getting pins and needles. Eventually, he had to shift off of that, but when he moved, it was only the formless stirring that a child would make when deeply asleep. He should be asleep; the beggar child he was counterfeiting was in the midst of one of the better moments of its short life. It had a full belly, a quiet place to lie down, it was neither too cold nor too hot. No one was going to chase it away from this shelter until morning, and if rain came, it wouldn’t even get too wet. Never having known a soft bed, the stone of the doorway would be perfectly acceptable since countless feet had worn the step down in a hollow in the middle into which Skif’s body fit perfectly.

Well, he hadn’t had to sleep on the street, ever. That was partly because he was smart, but there was no telling how much he’d accomplished was because he’d been lucky. Mostly, he liked to think, it was because he’d been smart—though if Bazie hadn’t taken him in, his life probably would have been a lot different. Harder, maybe. It depended on what he would have done after Beel warned him away from the Hollybush. If he’d gone back to Beel, he’d have had to make a statement against his uncle—

That could have gone badly for him. He’d known that even when he’d been that young—it was the reason he’d run off in the first place. Maybe he’d have been safe in Beel’s Temple, maybe not. Finding out which could have been bad.

If he’d run, though . . . I think maybe I’d have hidden in the storage room of Orthallen’s wash house. Then what? He didn’t know. How long could he have gone on, sleeping in hidden places, stealing food from kitchens in the guise of a page?

Cymry interrupted his speculations. :Kantor says they’ve all gotten together. There are three of them,: Cymry reported, interrupting his thoughts. She sounded indignant. :Three of them! For one little child!:

Skif wasn’t surprised. A pretty child, or one that was strong, was a valuable commodity. Having two to make the snatch and one to stand guard meant they could grab it with a minimum of damage to the merchandise. :That’s so one can be a lookout in case their target’s gone inside a yard or something,: Skif told her. :But I have to agree. Even two seems kind of much for someone my size.:

:It’s disgusting.: He had to smile at the affronted quality in her words. :Not that the whole thing isn’t disgusting, but—: