They came to him at a walk, and Loaf brandished a pass for three visitors for the whole day. Rigg thanked him, but then drew them away from the tower.
“Where are we going?” asked Umbo.
“We’ll go to the tower soon enough,” said Rigg. “But something must happen first.”
“What?” asked Loaf.
“I’ll tell you where we can’t be overheard by half the pilgrims here.”
They headed for the men’s latrines but then passed them by. Not until they had found a secluded place behind the latrine wall did Rigg stop and, facing the wall, draw the small bag of jewels out of his trousers.
“What are you doing?” whispered Loaf harshly. “Get that back in your pants.”
“No sir,” said Rigg. “I’m giving it to you for safekeeping.”
“Why? A pickpocket’s as likely to get it from me as from you.”
“Quieter,” said Rigg. “I had a warning.”
“Who from?” asked Umbo.
“You,” said Rigg.
Umbo blanched, then looked at Loaf and back again. He seemed nervous. “I’ve been with Loaf the whole time, I didn’t say a word to you.”
“The warning came from you—you in the future. You were very upset. You told me to give the jewels to Loaf, and he should hide them at once.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Loaf. “How could Umbo warn you about anything when he doesn’t know what you’re talking about?”
“He knows all right,” said Rigg. “He’ll explain it to you later. For right now, Loaf, take this bag and hide it—someplace where it will be safe for a few days or a few weeks or a year. I don’t know how far in the future Umbo had gotten before he was able to come back and warn me.”
“I suppose this means I actually learn how to do it,” said Umbo. “Since it was me who came, and not you.”
“If I’m understanding you aright,” said Loaf, “then you’ve lost your mind.”
“Take it on faith for now,” said Rigg. “If I can trust you with wealth like this, you can trust me and Umbo not to be insane.”
“I don’t think the two things have anything to do with each other,” said Loaf, but still he took the little bag in his massive hand. “I’ll hide it all right, but if someone sees me do it or finds it by chance, it’s on your head, not mine.”
“Exactly,” said Rigg. “And to be safe, don’t tell Umbo or me where you hid it. I don’t know what the danger is, but there must be an excellent reason for me not to have the jewels, and it seems to me that it’s best if I also don’t know where they are. I think Umbo will be safer, too, if only you know.”
“So if I die, they’re lost forever,” said Loaf.
“I already have wealth beyond my wildest dreams,” said Rigg.
“Just like a child . . . easy come, easy go.” But Loaf turned away and walked into the park-like woods that surrounded the tower grounds, while Rigg and Umbo started off toward the trail of pilgrims headed back to the tower from the latrines.
“We might as well go, as long as we’re here,” said Umbo.
“Who knows when we’ll get a chance again? Something’s going to go seriously wrong or you wouldn’t have come back to warn me, and it’s probably going to be soon or you wouldn’t have warned me right when you did.”
“Maybe that was the only time I could find you.”
“Who knows?” said Rigg. “I don’t like knowing that something’s going to go wrong. Here I spent the past couple of weeks thinking I was handling things rather well.”
“But things going wrong, that’s the usual, isn’t it?” said Umbo. “My brother died. Your father died. Whatever happens next can’t be as bad as that.”
“Unless I get killed,” said Rigg. “Falling out of the boat into the water and I drown and so you had me give the jewels to Loaf so—”