It’s WIPpet Wednesday! The day when we pry open our Work In Progress and give you a peek inside. This week, in honour of the 17th I’ve posted about 17 lines from page 14 of The Legend of the Kings.
In this scene Jae is sitting in a bar waiting for reinforcements, and an opportunity to get even with the man who has robbed and beaten a traveller child (the fey). The start of this chapter was posted as A Bully by Any Other Name in an earlier WIPpet.
The bar door banged, and a few people turned to stare openly at the newcomer. Not the others, they wouldn’t draw attention. Instead a tall, lanky young man wearing the plain brown tunic of the Order, and hoisting a large journeyman’s pack stood in the doorway surveying the room. Oblivious to the growing tension he made for the bar, taking the empty seat next to the oaf and dropping his pack at his feet.
“Here’s one that’ll appreciate a drink off the back of the fey.” The big man raised his tankard with one hand and clapped the newcomer on the shoulder. “Taught one a lesson today. Won’t be seeing his magic around here any time soon.”
Jae ground her teeth. She wanted to rip his tongue out and silence his bragging forever.
Surprisingly the young man slid off the stool – away from the oaf, as if recoiling from a snake. Retrieving his backpack, he caught the bartender’s eye and gestured towards the stairs.
“Any rooms free?”
The bartender nodded. The young man made for the stairs, but then seemed to think better of it and turned back, staring at the brightly coloured scarf poking out of the man’s pocket as though something troubled him. The whole tavern seemed to fall silent, so when he spoke the words seemed to ring out overly loud.
“There’s never a reason to be proud of stealing.”
The oaf turned crimson and started to his feet, but the young man didn’t seem to notice. Having had his say he’d already turned and was striding across the room.
Jae couldn’t have been more surprised if he’d sprouted wings and flown away. She’d never heard anyone stick up for a traveller before. Especially one of the Order. Realising her mouth was hanging open she shovelled in another spoonful of soup and watched the man disappear up the stairs.