I walked back to him. Although I wasn’t particularly tall, I still seemed to tower over him. “What do you think I need?”
Glancing down at the ground, he mumbled, “Why’d you want the name of that pirate?”
“I’m making a collection of pirate poetry. Thought he’d be charming to write about.”
Fink made a face and started to turn away from me. I jangled the satchel of coins at my hip, getting his attention again.
“I asked you a question,” I said. “What do I need?”
“Well,” Fink said. “I think you need a place to stay tonight.”
“I can pay for anyplace I want.”
“No, I mean a place where someone like you belongs.” Fink’s eyes remained locked on the satchel.
“I belong with the pirates,” I said. “Where can I find them?”
Fink held out his hand. “They’ll kill me if I tell you. So information like that is pretty expensive.”
I untied the satchel and held it out for him, waiting for an answer.
While eyeing the coins, Fink lifted the fat rat off his shoulder and began stroking his back. A part of me felt bad for tempting him to talk to me, because I appreciated how dangerous it might be. But without the priest’s help, I didn’t have any other way to find Devlin.
Then I heard a faint thud behind me, movement. Fink’s expression didn’t betray a thing, which meant he wasn’t surprised at whoever was coming our way. The kid had set me up. Of course he would. Nobody survived alone in Avenia.
I turned around to see the half-dozen boys who had joined us. Fink was the youngest and smallest. Several of the boys were older and bigger than me, all of them unfriendly. Each was carrying a homemade weapon of some type: a club, or a whip, or a knife carved of bone. A few bounced large rocks in their hands. Even the ignorant could use a rock.
One hand went to the handle of my sword, but I didn’t take it out. In that instant, a memory tugged at me, something vital to the mystery about my family’s murders, but I couldn’t think about it here. A fight was brewing, which was the last thing I wanted. I’d get some of them and some of them would get me, and to be honest, it was that second part which concerned me more.
I tossed the satchel to the ground, at Fink’s feet. “Take it, then. There’s plenty more coins where they came from.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t been on the streets long.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re never supposed to say that you’ve got more coins. That only attracts worse trouble later.”
I grinned. “Trouble from who? A kid like you could never steal everything I’ve got access to.”
Fink’s eyes widened while he contemplated that, then he nodded toward the belt at my waist. “If that’s true, then you can afford another sword and knife.”
“You said there’s somewhere I belong. Wherever that is, I’ll need my weapons.”
“If you stole the coins, then you stole these weapons too, so they’re no more yours than ours. Give ’em up and you’ll walk out of here. Try to fight us and you won’t.”
“Fighting would mess up my new haircut,” I said. “Tell me where you think I belong.”
“Give me your weapons.”
He replaced the rat on his shoulder and cocked his head at a mountain of a boy behind me. To keep him away, I tossed my knife and sword on the ground by Fink’s feet.
“There’s a tavern on the far edge of town from here,” Fink said. “Maybe you belong there. Ask for room eleven.”
Fink crouched to get the weapons and as soon as he looked down I kicked him in the head. He cried out and fell backward. He already had my sword but I retrieved my knife and ran. The other boys started to chase me but it was only a halfhearted effort. They knew as well as I did that there were plenty of hiding places in Dichell, carved out either by the street gangs waiting to ambush a traveler, or by a traveler hoping to save his life in the shadows. The problem was that I couldn’t hide. I had pirates to find.
I ducked into a bakery on the street where a rather pretty girl was just closing up her shop. I chatted politely with her and took a couple of sweet rolls to tuck beneath my shirt. She might have noticed, but she let me walk out anyway.
Much as I dreaded the idea of going to the tavern Fink had suggested, I knew that’s where I needed to be. And seeing it later that evening was worse than I’d anticipated. No degree of darkness could mask the fact that there were barns more hospitable to humans than this place. It was partially hidden by overgrown weeds and grasses and littered with whatever wreckage a customer didn’t feel like carrying with him. It had a few windows on the main and upper floors, but they were too covered in grime to let in much light. Most likely, there was nothing inside worth seeing anyway, so perhaps that was for the best.