Sherwin in surprise.
âMy master was the mountebank John Pourbonne. He was renowned for his sleight-of-hand marvels, and among these, sir, he had the power to make creatures vanish.â
The toad, more than other amphibians, was considered to be poisonous. A toad-eaterâs job was to hide the noxious creature while the magician showed that nowhereânot up this sleeve or even under this capâwas the vanished toad. âMadam, could it be the toad is here?â the magician would say, tickling a buxom goodwife under her ribs to a chorus of giggles.
âMy master and I,â continued Bartholomew, âearned pennies by the bushel in Dover and Portsmouth, but he wanted a brighter future. He took a French name, and we thrived for a time.â
Sherwin had seen mountebanks on market day throughout his childhood. He liked them, but would not trust one. He suspected they were quick-handed thieves at heart, and they sold elixirs that were thought to inspire love, conquer age, and cure poor vision.
âDo they piss?â Sherwin could not help but asking. âThe toads, while in your mouth?â
âOur toad was educated,â said Bartholomew.
Sherwin walked for a while, considering.
âHow,â he asked at last, âdo you educate a toad?â
âDry him out,â said Bartholomew.
âDo you prefer Captain Fletcher,â asked Sherwin, âto your imprisoned master John Pourbonne?â
âJohn once made me hide a scorpion, sir,â said Bartholomew,âunder my tongue. Captain Fletcher has made no such command.â
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SHERWIN AND BARTHOLOMEW had hurried up by then to reach the sergeant and Tryce, and as they passed a puddle Sherwin took a moment to examine his reflection.
âAs worthy as a magpie,â snorted Tryce, noticing Sherwinâs momentary indulgence in vanity, âlike most gentlefolk.â
âAh, Tryce,â chided the sergeant. âBy my faith, youâve all manners of mange.â
The four of them approached a cottage not far from the sea cliff, a whitewashed dwelling with a broad door, heavily shuttered windows, and a thatched roof. Judging by the sharp smell in the air, there were pigs nearby.
âI donât know anything about swine,â said Tryce. âI imagine you stick a pig with a blade and it dies like any animal.â
âWe arenât going to steal livestock,â said Sherwin.
âI doubt we are not,â said Tryce with an enigmatic smile.
Tryce was the sort of man Sherwin had seen rolling casks into the wine warehouses along the London docks, and lounging outside Southside alehouses, scarred and suntanned, with an air of dangerous good nature. Sherwin relished the chance to know one of these men better.
The four of them paused beside a head-high wall of whitewashed stone, surmounted by jagged flint rocks, a sharp margin along the tip of the barrier to discourage men like Tryce. Dogs not far away began to bark, theknowledgeable, communicative baying of animals fit for duty. A goose joined in, from somewhere unseen, a loud, brazen noise.
âIâll pay for the pig myself when we find one,â said Sherwin.
âWith what?â asked Tryce.
Sherwin realized that, when it came to ready money, he had neither gold nor silver, all of his possessions having gone down with the
Patience
.
âIâll reimburse you any debt,â said Sherwin, âwhen I am able to draw on my late fatherâs accounts in London. Or when I have been paid my share of the captainâs prizes.â
âI donât owe money,â said Tryce, âand I donât credit any debts, either.â
The lack of courteous, softening interjections was pronounced in Tryceâs manner of speaking, no
By my guess
and certainly no attempt to call Sherwin
sir
, as would have been proper.
âIâm not going to meander the countryside,â said Sherwin, âtaking advantage of innocent
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