As they walked down the street, Umbo began to whistle.
“Shut up,” said Loaf.
Umbo whistled louder, and danced.
“Why wasn’t that plan going to work? When you come back and give your nasty little messages, why not an explanation?”
“Obviously,” said Umbo, “because somebody is watching my future self as I give the message, and so the message can’t be long and it can’t be very specific.”
“Or you just got cold feet and pretended to get a message,” said Loaf darkly.
“Think for a minute,” said Umbo. “The countsman was ready. They had already been spying on us. Nothing that we did by that point was going to work.”
“Then why didn’t you go back to when we were first sitting in our room in the inn and tell us that none of our plans was going to work?”
“Would you have believed a message like that?”
“No,” said Loaf. “But it would have saved time.”
“We don’t even know for sure if the . . . item . . . is still in the strongbox inside the safe,” said Umbo. “They could have moved it. If we had Rigg with us—”
“Look closely,” said Loaf. “We don’t have Rigg with us.”
“But if we—”
“But we don’t.”
“Yes you do,” said Rigg.
Umbo looked to his left and there was Rigg, walking right alongside them in broad daylight. “Silbom’s right ear!” said Umbo.
“Ananso-wok-wok,” said Loaf in his native language. Or at least that’s how it sounded to Umbo.
“Very subtle,” said Rigg. “No one will ever guess you’re surprised to see me.”
Rigg was right—they didn’t want to make a scene. But Umbo couldn’t help grinning to have Rigg with them again, apparently out of captivity.
“Why is it always Silbom’s right ear?” grumbled Loaf.
“Around here they say ‘Ram’s left elbow,’” said Rigg.
“In the army, it wasn’t anybody’s ear or anybody’s elbow,” said Loaf darkly.
“Are you free?” asked Umbo. “Or are we about to be overrun by soldiers chasing you?”
“There are a lot of secret passages in the house where I’m staying, and some of them lead outside. Nobody knows I’m gone, but I have to get back right away. I found your paths, though, and it looked to me like you were doing something very brave and unnecessary, like trying to get the one jewel back.”
“We have all the others,” said Loaf. “We wanted the complete set.”
“There’s probably some deep, magical reason why we need all nineteen jewels,” said Rigg. “But whatever it is, I haven’t found any reference in the library to nineteen jewels.”
“It was all we could think of to do to help you,” said Umbo. “We came here to rescue you, but we can’t even get near the house where you’re staying, and even finding out which house it was made people suspicious.”
“Why would they think you wanted to rescue me?” asked Rigg.
“They didn’t,” said Loaf. “They assumed we were privicks who wanted to come cut your hair or steal your clothes or some other nonsense. Apparently that sort of thing is completely out of fashion among the local citizens. In fact, from what we’ve gathered since we got here, you’re the most exciting person in the city.”
“In the world,” said Umbo.