Sam slid now into an alley, moving swiftly past a bundled shape hunched against a wall. The moon was waning, anyway, so even when it came out from behind the clouds, its light was thin. Sam glanced at the sky as he paused beside a dark doorway. Tonight the moon was curtained by clouds. He looked down at his feet, shod in tattered leather, then over at the gutter where he would make his bed that night, and in the end he did the only thing he could. Now, this may not seem such a wonderful bargain to you or me, but remember that Iron Heart was presently employed as a street sweeper. “If you utter one word-even one sound-you will be returned to rags and Princess Solace will die.” The old wizard grinned-for naturally he was a wizard to know so much. “And what are your instructions?” Iron Heart asked.
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