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damn you. Quiet!”
    “What’s the matter, girl?”
    Locke was dismayed to see that a pair of yellowjackets had parted the crowd just behind them. Gods, that was worse than anything! What if they were prowling for Shades’ Hill orphans? What if they asked hard questions? He curbed an impulse to leap for the water below and froze in place, eyes wide.
    Beth kept an arm locked over No-Teeth’s face yet managed to somehow squirm around and bow her head to the constables.
    “My little brother,” she gasped out, “he’s never seen a hanging before. We don’t mean to cause a fuss. I’ve shut him up.”
    No-Teeth ceased his struggles, but he began to sob. The yellowjacket who’d spoken, a middle-aged man with a face full of scars, looked down at him with distaste.
    “You four come here alone?”
    “Mother sent us,” said Beth. “Wanted the boys to see a hanging. See the rewards of idleness and bad company.”
    “A right-thinking woman. Nothing like a good hanging to scare the mischief out of a sprat.” The man frowned. “Why ain’t she here with you?”
    “Oh, she loves a hanging, does Mother,” said Beth. Then, lowering her voice to a whisper: “But, um, she’s got the flux. Bad. All day she’s been sitting on her—”
    “Ah. Well, then.” The yellowjacket coughed. “Gods send her good health. You’d best not bring
this
one back to a Penance Day ceremony for a while.”
    “I agree, sir.” Beth bowed again. “Mother’ll scratch his hide for this.”
    “On your way, then, girl. Don’t need no more of a scene.”
    “Of course, sir.”
    The constables moved away into the crowd, which was itself coming back to life. Beth slid off the stone wall, rather gracelessly, because No-Teeth and Tam came with her. The former was still held tightly, and the latter refused to let go of her other arm. He hadn’t cried out like No-Teeth, but Locke saw that his eyes brimmed with tears and he was even more pale-looking than before. Locke ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, which had gone dry under the scrutiny of the yellowjackets.
    “Come now,” said Beth. “Away from here. We’ve seen all there is to see.”

8
    ANOTHER PASSAGE through the forest of coats, legs, and bellies. Locke, feeling excitement rise again, gently clung to the back of Beth’s tunic to avoid losing her, and he was both pleased and disappointed when she didn’t react at all. Beth led them back into the green shadows of the Mara Camorrazza, where quiet solitude reigned not forty yards from a crowd of hundreds, and once they were safely ensconced in a concealed nook she pushed Tam and No-Teeth to the ground.
    “What if another bunch from the Hill saw that? Gods!”
    “Sorry,” moaned No-Teeth. “But they … but they … they got kill—”
    “People die when they get hanged. It’s why they hang them!” Beth wrung the front of her tunic with both hands, then took a deep breath. “Recover yourselves. Now. Each of you must lift a purse, or something, before we go back.”
    No-Teeth broke into a new fit of sobs, rolled over on his side, and chewed his knuckles. Tam, sounding more weary than Locke would have imagined possible, said, “I can’t, Beth. I’m sorry. I’ll get caught. I just can’t.”
    “You’ll go without supper tonight.”
    “Fine,” said Tam. “Take me back, please.”
    “Damn it.” Beth rubbed her eyes. “I need to bring you back with something to show for it or I’ll be in just as much trouble as you, understand?”
    “You’re in Windows,” muttered Tam. “You got no worries.”
    “If only,” said Beth. “You two need to pull yourselves together—”
    “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!”
    Locke sensed a glorious opportunity. Beth had saved them from trouble on the embankment, and here was an ideal moment for him to do the same. Smiling at the thought of her reaction, he stood as tall as he could manage and cleared his throat.
    “Tam, don’t be a louse,” said Beth, completely