“I’m not quarreling with anybody,” said Rigg, visibly calming himself down. “I’ve been trying desperately to survive day to day, and to learn how to survive year to year. I don’t want to align myself with any of the factions in the government. I don’t want to restore the Sessamid Empire, and I certainly don’t want to rule it. I want to get through the Wall so I can stay alive. And I want to bring my sister and mother with me.”
“So it’s all about what you want,” said Umbo.
“You asked me what you could do to help me!” said Rigg. “I’m telling you!”
“Well, to start with,” said Loaf, “you could get out of the middle of the street and stop attracting all this attention.”
“You’re the one who stopped here—” Rigg began, and then realized Loaf was joking. Or at least might be joking.
Rigg turned and walked away from them.
Umbo trotted after him. “Where are you going?”
“I’m getting out of the street,” said Rigg fiercely.
“Can I come with you?” asked Umbo.
“I hope you can,” said Rigg. “Because I need to talk to you, and I need your help.”
“Where are we going?” asked Umbo.
“To your lodgings,” said Rigg.
“Are you even going to ask me where we’re staying?” asked Umbo.
Rigg stopped and looked at him as if he were insane. “It’s me. The guy who sees paths. I know where you live.” Then he took off walking again, only this time Umbo realized that he was heading on the shortest route to their lodgings.
“What’s your sister like?” asked Umbo.
“Invisible,” said Rigg.
That was no answer. “Are you still mad?” asked Umbo.
“I’m scared,” said Rigg. “Total strangers want me dead.”
“If it’s any consolation,” said Loaf as he caught up with them, “for a minute there I saw their point.”
When they neared the inn, Loaf stopped them. “The bank has been watching us. They probably know where we live. What if they also know something about our connection with you? We did jump from a boat while in custody.”
“And Rigg is the only living prince of the royal house,” said Umbo.
“Nobody knows my face.”
“I think you told us about spies in the house,” said Loaf. “They know your face. Do you know their faces?”
“I know their paths,” said Rigg, “and they’re nowhere near here.”
“I’d feel safer going somewhere else.”
So they fell in behind Loaf as he made his way to a cheap little noodle bar. “Don’t order anything that claims to be meat,” said Loaf.
“You never warned me about that,” said Umbo.
“I didn’t think I had to, since you had two days of dysentery after ordering the lamb.”
“Are we sure it was the lamb?” asked Umbo.
“Eat it again and see,” said Loaf, with perhaps too much relish in his tone.