|The Seven Sleepers||16|
“You’re nothing but trouble to me boy. A li-ability.” He rolled the word about in his mouth, savouring it, for he was proud to know it, and used it as often as he could. “Out traipsin cross the island like you own the place. You still haven’t splained how you did it. Go on then.”
“I didn’t see him in the dark. He had a knife.”
“What did he say?”
Ward was silent.
“He wanted to see my foot.”
If there was anything that was certain to enrage Jaggles it was this, but he merely nodded, as if it confirmed some suspicion. “And?”
“I don’t remember.”
Jaggles gave him a menacing look.
“I didn’t understand. He said about something called the Traveller. Then he came at me with the knife and I was on the edge and he went for me and I dodged but he got me here,” Ward indicated a gash in his arm, “and I tripped him somehow and he grabbed me and we both went over. He panicked and dragged me down. I got in a good breath but I don’t reckon he did, and anyway he was panicking. We went to the bottom and after a bit his hands loosed off and I got back up to the surface. I didn’t mean him to die.”
Jaggles seemed lost in his own thoughts. After a while his eyes refocused. “Make yourself some food then get outta my sight. And from now on you stay in bloody sight of this house. It’s all the same to me if you go and get yourself stuck in the neck like a slough.”
And with this worldly piece of advice the subject of the Brother was closed, and they never spoke of it again.
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