Monday, June 23rd 1924: Drain the Swamp
In reply to Jrodimus (msg # 44):
‘Oh, then no one has mentioned a trade to you?’ he said in tones of disappointment.
‘Ye–yes,’ she replied slowly. ‘At least, as I walked down the path a voice cried out “Robbery! Robbery! Robbery!” but that was all.’
‘And quite enough too,’ answered the boy. ‘What did I tell you? That is going to be my trade.’
‘Then your end will be hanging from the bridge!’ said exclaimed. But there was no sleep for her that night, for she lay in the dark thinking about her son. ‘If he is to be a thief at all, he had better be a good one. And who is there that can teach him?’ the mother asked herself. But an idea came to her, and she arose early, before the sun was up, and set off for the home of the Gallows Bird who was such a wonderful thief that, though all had been robbed by him, no one could catch him."
The old man pauses as the barmaid set another pint before him. "Thanks love," he says smiling sweetly. He raises the glass unsteadily, some of its content sloshing onto his hand. "You know, my doctor claims that the key to a long life is a pint every morning. So I figured if one is good more must be better!" he says with a drunk chuckle, clumsily placing the glass back on the table. "Where was I? Oh yea, the Black Rogue..."
"‘Good-morning to you,’ said the woman as she reached the place where the Gallows Bird lived when he was not away on his business. ‘My son has a fancy to learn your trade. Will you be kind enough to teach him?’
‘If he is clever, I don’t mind trying,’ answered the Gallows Bird; ‘and, of course, if ANY one can turn him into a first-rate thief, it is I. But if he is stupid, it is of no use at all; I can’t bear stupid people.’
‘No, he isn’t stupid,’ said the woman with a sigh. ‘So tonight, after dark, I will send him to you.’
The Shifty Lad jumped for joy when his mother told him where she had been.
‘I will become the best thief in all Erin!’ he cried, and paid no heed when his mother shook her head and murmured something about a bridge.’
"...." The story pauses as Zadok seems to lose focus for a moment.
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:33, Sat 04 Jan 2020.