6. Down-turvy Days
Rebellion never was grand to hobbits, so Fatty's no disappointments to measure, save one – that it's just as uncomfortable as rumored. Scary's no kind garden: the winds're harsh; summer rains slick the rocks. He's all over bruises and barked shins. And he's hungry – dinner isn't what it should be.
But he's learning. By Lithe, he's his very own storehouse raid to boast of, and Scary's folk eat a little easier.
"You're feather to someone's cap now," Wickle says, handing Fatty a warrant:
BURGLAR FREDEGAR BOLGER
Fifty pennies.
"Top o' down-turvy," Wickle congratulates him.
"Heaven help us all," Fatty sighs.
Notes:
1. Day 15: Card: The Hanged Man
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