The Improbable Adventures of Scar and Potbelly: Ice Terraces of Crystal Crag

by Brian S. Pratt

  He worked his way up to the window and when he came abreast of it, pulled out his knife. Then while gripping the lattice with his left hand, he leaned over and slid the knife blade between the two halves of the window before gently sliding it up. The blade moved up along the crack between the two sections until it met resistance. Pushing harder, he felt the latch that was locking the window from the inside come free.

  He then used his knife to pry the window open. When it swung open, he replaced his knife in its sheath and used his hand to swing the two sections of the window wide. “Come on,” he said as he climbed in through the window. Once inside, he turned and helped Chad through.

  Just as Bart had said, Chad found himself in Rupert’s bedroom. “Now what?” he asked.

  Bart set his bag down on a chair and opened it. “Now we make it look like he’s got a girlfriend,” he replied. From within the bag, he pulled out two pieces of clothing no betrothed man should have in his possession. Rather intimate articles that women wear beneath their clothes.

  “Rumple the bed a little,” he told Chad. “Make it look like he and a girl had a tumble before he left for dinner.”

  Chad grinned and nodded. While he was doing that, Bart laid one of the pieces of clothing on the floor just under the bed. He situated it in such a place that a casual look wouldn’t immediately reveal it. But when the servants came in to clean the room, they would most assuredly discover it. The other he put at the very foot of his bed under the sheets.

  “Toss me his pillow,” he said to Chad.

  Chad took it off the bed and tossed it over to him. “What do you want that for?” he asked.

  Bart grinned and went back over to his bag. He pulled out a small vial with a stopper. Setting the pillow on the table, he opened the vial and rubbed the stopper across the pillowcase.

  From where Chad was standing, he could smell the unmistakable odor of perfume. “That smells like what Mirriam wears,” he observed. Mirriam of course was a very beautiful girl here in Quillim who’s had her sights on Rupert for some time. It’s well known that she’s been after him for years.

  “I know,” he replied with a chuckle. “Let him explain this.” After putting the vial of perfume back in the bag, he pulled out a small jar of rouge, the type girls put on their lips to make them look rosy. Unscrewing the top, he set it on the table next to the pillow.

  Chad came to stand next to him as Bart flipped the pillow over and ever so carefully dipped his finger into the rouge. He watched as Bart used great care in drawing what looks like two lips on Rupert’s pillowcase with the rouge. Once he was done, it looked just like a woman with rouge on her lips had made the mark.

  “What do you think?” Bart asked as he wiped his finger off on a cloth that he had in his bag.

  “He could find all this and get rid of it before someone else discovered it,” Chad said.

  “We’re not done yet,” he replied. After replacing the pillow back on Rupert’s bed with the imprinted lips’ side down, he walked over to a chest of drawers sitting against the wall. There he pulled open the top drawer and began rummaging through it.

  Chad came over with him and saw him take something out of the drawer and place it in the bag. “We’re not thieves!” he insisted quietly.

  “Relax,” Bart replied as he put another item in his bag. “I’m not taking anything of any great value, and I’m sure not going to keep it.”

  “What do you plan to do then?” Chad asked.

  He took one more item then closed the drawer. “Mirriam is going to receive a present from a secret admirer,” he explained with a grin.

  Suddenly, footsteps from the hall beyond the bedroom door came to them. They both froze as they listened to the footsteps draw closer. Only after the footsteps passed by the door and continued down the hallway did they relax.

  “Let’s get out of here,” urged Chad.

  “Alright,” agreed Bart. He took but a moment to make sure everything inside the drawer was exactly like he found it before pushing it closed. When he turned for the window he found Chad already climbing out to the lattice. Moving to join him, Bart swung the bag across his back and reached within his tunic. He pulled forth a thick piece of rolled leather and untied the leather thong that bound it closed.

  He unrolled the piece of leather and then removed one of the small tools secured within the leather. The tool in question was three inches long with a curved hook at the end. Placing the tool between his teeth, he rolled the leather back up and tied it closed once more with the leather thong. He then replaced the rolled leather within his tunic and begun making his way through the window.

  Once out on the lattice, he looked down and found that Chad had already made it to the bottom and was standing there waiting for him. Turning his attention back to the window, he closed it almost all the way. But before it completely shut, he took the tool he held in his mouth and hooked the end around the arm of the latch used in locking the window.

  He moved the latch upward until it was above the eye ring it latched into. Then he carefully closed the window the rest of the way. Once closed, he lowered the arm of the latch until he felt the end touch the eye ring. With just a quick yank, he sank the latch into the eye ring, thus securing the window from the inside.

  Placing the tool once more between his teeth, he started climbing down the lattice. At the bottom he removed the tool from between his teeth and set it once more within the rolled piece of leather.

  “What’s that?” Chad asked when he saw the tool as Bart was putting it back with the others.

  “Just something my father gave me some time ago,” he replied. “I’ve found they come in useful every now and then.”

  “I’ve never seen anything like them before,” he said.

  Bart nodded at that. “Not too surprising. Now, let’s head back to the Sterling Sheep.”

  “You mean we’re not through yet?” asked Chad.

  “Good heavens no,” replied Bart with a grin.

  Chad followed Bart as he again ran across the lawn to the lane leading back to town. He wondered about his friend. Bart had never gone into very much detail about his life before coming to Quillim, though of course he and Riyan hadn’t been all that curious in the first place. But now he wondered who this Bart could be and what had driven him to choose this area to live in. He was pretty sure he knew what those tools in the piece of leather meant. Though he had never seen their like before, he would bet anything that they were lockpicks.

  Back at the lane leading into town, Bart picked up speed. “Have to get there before they leave,” he said.

  Not understanding the hurry, Chad didn’t really care. This was the most adventure he had ever been a part of. They made their way through the darkened streets until the inn appeared ahead of them.

  When they drew close, Bart had Chad stay back as he went to the window and looked in to the dining area of the Sterling Sheep. He stood there a moment peering inside before turning around and rejoining Chad. “They’re still in there,” he said. “Wait here.” Then without an explanation, Bart returned to the window. While he stood there, Chad saw him remove the jar of rouge and do something with it. In the dark he couldn’t see just what he did. After a few minutes Bart closed the jar and replaced it within the bag.

  Another five minutes passed as he stood there looking in through the window. Then he abruptly turned towards the back of the inn and signaled for Chad to join him. “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound,” he said in a hushed whisper when Chad joined him. “Understand?”

  Chad nodded and then followed him to the rear of the inn. They reached the rear courtyard just as a figure exited from the back door. Even in the shadows of the courtyard, Chad recognized Rupert’s silhouette. He was walking across the courtyard to the jakes along the rear wall.

  Bart motioned for Chad to stop while he continued toward Rupert. Chad was amazed at how silently Bart was able to move. Other than Rupert’s footsteps and the music coming from the inn, no other
sound disturbed the quiet of the courtyard. Then just as Rupert opened the door to the jakes, Bart grabbed him. Putting one hand alongside his throat and the other on his back, Bart pushed him into the jakes and shut the door.

  Chad saw Bart motioning for him to hurry and join him. He hurried over and Bart indicated for him to keep the door closed.

  Bang!

  Rupert struck the door from the inside and Chad almost failed to keep it closed. “Let me out!” he hollered.

  Chad looked to Bart who was now on his knees before the door and looked to be sliding something between the door jamb and the door about a third of the way up from the ground.

  Bang!

  Again Rupert hit the door and the force of the blow knocked out whatever Bart had been sliding into place. Picking it up off the ground, he again worked to get it into place.

  “Help!” yelled Rupert. “I’m being attacked!”

  Then all of a sudden, Bart stood up. In the moonlight Chad could see he was holding a string that was attached to whatever it was he placed within the crack between the door and the door jamb.

  “Come on,” Bart whispered as he began moving away from the jakes.

  Bang!

  As they hurried to the side of the courtyard that was deep in shadows, Rupert again hit the door in an attempt to get out. And to Chad’s amazement, the door held.

  Bart brought them to a stop as soon as the string he held had reached its end. They stood there in the darkness as Rupert continued hollering for help and trying to break his way out. Fortunately the music within the dining area of the inn was loud enough to drown out his cries.

  They waited for at least five minutes before another person left the inn on their way to the jakes. When Bart saw the man leaving the inn, he pulled the string. The wedge he had keeping the door to the jakes’ closed came free and the door swung open.

  Chad about laughed when Rupert came stumbling out and crashed down into the dirt before the jakes. The man who was leaving the inn rushed over to help him but Rupert knocked away his hand and got to his feet. What he said to the man couldn’t be heard, but they saw the way he stalked back to the inn.

  The following morning when Chad was at the mill working the giant grinding stones that turned grain into flour, his younger brother Eryl came running in all excited. “Did you hear?” he asked his brother.

  “Hear what?” replied Chad.

  “Last night at the Sterling Sheep…” his brother began but was forced to stop and catch his breath. Obviously he felt that what he had to say was so good that he ran the whole way to tell him. By this time their father had moved closer to hear.

  “The magistrate and his son Rupert were dining with Freya and her father,” he continued. “Apparently Rupert had gone out back and dallied with some girl.” He turned to his father. “And with his betrothed there waiting for his return.” His eyes gleamed, every kid in Quillim hated Rupert and any story that showed him in a bad light was like gold.

  “He claimed someone locked him in the jakes,” Eryl said in a tone that said he didn’t believe it. “But when he returned to the inn, there was rouge on his neck that people say looked just like a woman kissed him.” He laughed. “As it turned out, Freya wasn’t wearing any that night.”

  Their father smiled as he too didn’t care much for Rupert. He did feel sorry for Freya though, it must have been a humiliation.

  “Rupert is still saying he didn’t do anything and is sticking to his story,” Eryl explained. “But really papa, who is going to believe such a story?”

  Chad grinned to himself as the grinding wheel continued to turn grain into flour. Who indeed? Bart had explained to him last night after they left the vicinity of the Sterling Sheep how he had put rouge on his hand in the shape of a girl’s lips. So that when he grabbed Rupert by the neck and threw him in the jakes, it would come off and leave the tell-tale mark.

  “Are they still betrothed?” asked Chad.

  “I hadn’t heard,” his brother replied. “But her father took it hard.”

  “I can imagine,” their father said. Then to Eryl he added, “Don’t you have chores at home you should be doing?”

  “Yes papa,” he replied and turned to head out the door.

  “Another hour or two and the flour will be ready,” Chad’s father said before he too left.

  Chad nodded in reply. The rest of the afternoon was spent in grinding flour. How he hated doing this. Last night when he and Bart were, as Bart said ‘making Rupert’s life a merry hell’, he had felt more alive than ever before. But all in all, he’d rather be doing this than be in Rupert’s shoes right about now.