Octavian woke hours later, sitting up slowly and retching for minutes as he tested his legs to see if they could hold him. He felt weak and too sore to move for a long time, crouched over and spitting elastic strands of dark blood onto the ground. When his head cleared enough, he searched his pocket for the ring, then the ground all around him. Finally, he was forced to admit that he had lost it, and fresh tears cut through the dirt and crusted blood on his face. He staggered back to the main road and sheltered his eyes against the painful sunlight. Still crying, on unsteady feet, he made his way back to Tabbic’s shop, his mind blank with despair.

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Tabbic tapped his foot on the wood of the shop floor, anger in every line of his frowning face.

“By hell, I’m going to kill the brat for this. He should have been back ages ago.”

“So you’ve been saying for the last hour, Tabbic. Perhaps he was delayed or couldn’t find Master Gethus,” Alexandria replied, keeping her voice neutral.

Tabbic thumped a fist on the worktop. “Or perhaps he’s sold the ring and run away, more likely!” he growled. “I’ll have to make it good, you know. Jade stone, as well. It’ll cost me a day of work and most of an aureus in materials to make Gethus a new one. No doubt he’ll claim his dying mother gave it to him and want compensation on top of that. Where is that boy?”

The thick wooden door to the shop creaked open, letting in a swirl of dust from the street. Octavian stood there. Tabbic took one look at his bruises and torn tunic and crossed over to him, his anger vanishing.

“I’m sorry,” the little boy cried as Tabbic guided him deeper into the shop. “I tried to fight them, but there was three and no one came to help me.” He yelped as Tabbic probed his heaving chest, looking for broken bones. The metalsmith grunted, whistling air through his closed teeth.

“They did a fair job on you, right enough. How’s your breathing?”

Octavian wiped his running nose gingerly with the back of a hand.

“It’s all right. I came back as quick as I could. I didn’t see them in the crowd. Usually I keep a lookout for them, but I was hurrying and . . .” he broke off into sobs and Alexandria put her arm around him, waving Tabbic away.

“Go on with you, Tabbic. He doesn’t want an examination. He’s had a bad time and he needs care and rest.”