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back this way. Why don’t you come with me and we can find your son and pick
up your things along the way. Dasid will keep an eye on our friends.”
    Brenna headed to the
kitchen door. A woman scurried away from it as she went through it, Neemah
following. She stopped a few steps inside the kitchen - a small boy looked up
at her with Neemah’s gray eyes. Brenna smiled at him.
    “I have a feeling you were
at the library this morning,” she said. Her smile widened when his eyes
saucered. He backed away from her. “I’m not going to hurt you - I just want
what’s mine. What’s your name?”
    “Ronan, do you have
something that belongs to this lady?”
    Ronan ducked his head and
mumbled a response at his mother’s question.
    “How many times have I told
you not to steal? I’m so very sorry.” Neemah turned her distressed face to
Brenna. “He just doesn’t listen to me and with having to work so much, I can’t
keep a close eye on him.”
    “Don’t worry. My pack was
left unattended. I’m sure he thought it had been lost or forgotten,” Brenna
said. “Now get your belongings and I’ll find my pack.” She looked at Ronan. “I
know just where it is, too.” The old steel was towards the back of the kitchen.
Brenna headed there, Ronan trailing her like a puppy. She stopped in front of
the cold storage room and dropped to the floor. One of the wooden slats on the
wall was loose one - she then reached in and pulled her pack out.
    “I told you I could find
it,” Brenna stood up and she slung her pack over her shoulder. She grinned down
at the boy, who looked up her in awe. “I’m sure this isn’t your only hiding
spot - go get anything you want to keep - you and your mother are coming with
me.”
    Ronan knelt down and pulled
a few of his treasures out from behind the loose slat - a tattered goose
feather, a fork that was missing all but one tine, a small roll of string.
Neemah came back into the kitchen with a small bundle - he handed her his
treasures before scurrying out the back door.
    “I told him to get his
things from his hiding spots,” Brenna said as she led the way back to the
tavern room. “I’m sure it won’t take long. I doubt anything is very far away.
How old is Ronan?”
    “He’ll be eight next
spring. And a handful too.” Neemah paused and lowered her voice as they got
closer to Dasid, who was still watching the tavern patrons. “Are you sure we’ll
be welcome with you?”
    “Of course you will. We’ll
just wait behind Dasid while we wait for Ronan. Ah, see there he is.”
    Ronan flew into the room
and then skidded to a stop when he saw Dasid wielding his unsheathed sword.
    “Come along Ronan,” Brenna
said.
    The boy warily edged
around Dasid. When she could reach it, Brenna took the small bundle from him
and passed it to his mother.
    Brenna left the tavern
first with Neemah and her son close behind her. A moment later Dasid joined them
in the street, his sword now sheathed.
    “Dasid Addems this is
Neemah and her son Ronan.”
    Dasid greeted Neemah
politely and then he solemnly clasped hands with the boy. He took Neemah’s
bundle from her and they headed off down the street, Neemah holding tight to
her son.
    “You are giving them some
warning I hope?” Dasid drawled.
    Brenna sighed. “Yes. You’ll
tell Kane everything anyway so I might as well do it now.”
    “You won’t get in trouble
from this Kane person because of us, will you?” Neemah’s pinched face looked
worried but before Brenna could answer, Dasid laughed.
    “Don’t worry - you and
your son will be more than welcome. Brenna just doesn’t want to tell Kane she
had her pack stolen by a boy.”
    “But she said her pack was
left unattended?” Neemah looked down at her son. “Isn’t that what you said?”
    “Oh, I think the best
thief in Kingsreach knows when she’s been stolen from.” Dasid said.
    “I didn’t want you to
worry about coming with us.” She glared at Dasid who at least had the decency
to