The Shadowmagic Trilogy. John Lenahan

you lose it – in a day!’ I really wanted to avoid that conversation. After about an hour of jogging we rounded a small hill. I lost the trail but Fergal laid his head on the ground and pointed to a small cliff face about a quarter-mile to our right.

      ‘If we are lucky, they are camping in those rocks,’ Fergal said.

      ‘What makes you think they made camp?’

      ‘Look, my Nanny Breithe always got mad at me when I talked badly about any race but the truth of it is, Brownies are cocky and stupid. They think they are so stealthy that they are untrackable, but look at these idiots. Not one of them bothered to look behind them to check if they were leaving a trail. My guess is that they were up all night watching us, so I’m hoping they are camping in those rocks.’

      ‘And if you’re wrong?’

      ‘Then you’re going to have to buy a new pair of those fancy shoes of yours. Where did you get them anyway?’

      ‘Scranton,’ I said without thinking.

      ‘Scranton? Never heard of it.’

      ‘Yeah.’ I laughed. ‘A lot of people say that.’

      The way was a bit harder here and Fergal shushed me every time a pebble underfoot made me bark. When we reached the foot of the knoll Fergal and I took a minute to rub the small stems and leaves off the branches we were carrying so as to fashion them into staffs. They weren’t the best weapons in the world but they would have to do.

      Climbing the rocks would have been a cinch if I’d had anything on my feet, but barefoot it was flipping difficult. What was harder than the actual climbing was trying not to curse every time I stepped on some jagged edge. My poor tootsies were taking a beating. If I got through this without getting stabbed by my own sword, I was going to throttle whoever took my Nikes. Fergal reached the summit before me. He peeped over and instantly ducked down, placing his index finger over his lips and indicating that our light-fingered quarry was just over the rise. I pressed up next to him.

      ‘There’s only two of them,’ he whispered. ‘We need a plan.’

      ‘Have you ever done this before?’

      ‘Done what?’

      ‘Attacked two armed men with sticks?’

      ‘No, but I’m looking forward to it.’ He smiled.

      His smile was so infectious I said, ‘OK, what’s the plan?’

      ‘One of us should circle around behind them, and when he is in position the other one makes a frontal attack from here. The one of us that comes from the rear should be able to take them out before the one who attacks from here gets sliced up too much.’

      ‘As much as I don’t fancy the idea of getting “sliced up too much”, you have to go around the back – my feet are killing me.’

      ‘OK, take a quick look and you’ll see the gap in the back. I’ll be coming from there.’

      I was nervous until I stuck my nose over the ledge. They looked like a couple of teenage street urchins. They had black matted hair and wore tight dark green clothes stretched over bodies so skinny they would have made a supermodel look chunky. Between them was a campfire that had a dome of gold wire over it. The smoke rising from the fire seemed to disappear when it hit the wire. The two swords and Fergal’s pack were lying behind them on the ground. When the larger guy got up to tend the fire I saw that the smaller one had my shoes on the ground between his legs. He had removed the laces from one of them and then to my horror I realised he was about to cut the tongue out of the sneaker. That’s when I kind of forgot where I was. I stood up and yelled, ‘Hey!’ vaulted over the ledge and slid down to two very surprised Brownies.

      ‘What is the matter with you?’ I shouted.

      The little guy just froze. The bigger one grabbed the Sword of Duir and pointed it at me. What confused him was that I just ignored him. I walked over to the little guy and grabbed the shoe – I was mad.

      ‘What’s the matter with you? If you are going to steal my Nikes the least you could do is give them a little respect. What the hell are you cutting them for?’

      The bigger guy poked me in the back with my sword. I turned to him and said, ‘I’ll deal with you in a second.’ I looked around – Fergal was nowhere to be seen.

      I turned back to junior. ‘I’m talking to you. Why the hell were you cutting up my sneakers?’ He seemed too terrified to speak. I towered over him. ‘Well?’

      ‘My, my feet got sweaty in them,’ he stammered.

      ‘Oh, so after sweating in my shoes you decided to cut them up.’ I think I would have slapped him if the big guy hadn’t just then given me a good jab in the ribs that demanded my attention.

      ‘If you take one more step towards my brother,’ the bigger one said, ‘I’m going to run you through.’

      I turned. He had striking pale blue eyes that, unlike his brother, had no fear in them. He was holding my sword to my chest but I remained calm.

      ‘That is my sword,’ I pointed out, ‘and in about three seconds I’m going to take it back.’

      ‘And how are you going to do that?’ His voice betrayed a tiny loss of confidence.

      ‘I’m going to pick it off the ground after my friend Fergal clocks you in the head with a tree branch.’

      He went down like a house of cards. I quickly turned to little brother, who was still frozen like a rabbit in headlights. I picked up my sword and pointed to the soles of my feet.

      ‘Look at my tootsies! Do you see how dirty they are? I should make you lick them clean.’

      I took a step towards him and he started to shake. I instantly felt sorry for him – this kid was way out of his league. I crouched down.

      ‘Hey, little guy, relax, we’re not going to hurt you.’ I turned to Fergal. ‘We’re not going to hurt them – right?’

      ‘Well, I’m not going to hurt anybody,’ Fergal said as he began to tie up big brother, ‘but you seem a bit worked up about your footwear.’

      ‘Well, I like these shoes.’

      ‘I’ve noticed.’

      I turned back to the boy. ‘OK, it’s decided, no one is going to hurt you. What’s your name?’

      ‘My brother said I’m not supposed to tell you my name even if you torture me.’

      ‘Wow, you guys are a real bunch of desperados. Mind if I call you Jesse?’

      ‘I, I guess.’

      Fergal finished hogtying the brother and came over.

      ‘Fergal, meet Jesse.’

      Fergal leaned over the boy. ‘What kind of a name is Jesse?’

      I tapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘I made it up but I think he likes it – just go with it.’

      ‘OK, hi, Jesse. What are you two doing so far from the Fearnlands?’

      ‘My brother said there would be easy pickings out here but we haven’t seen anybody for ages. I wanted to go home – only he made me keep going. He said Father would let him take his scrúdú early if we came back with quality acquisitions. I, I didn’t mean to hurt your shoes, honest. What are you going to do to us?’

      ‘Scrúdú?’

      ‘It’s the manhood test,’ he said, then the poor kid turned ghastly white. ‘Oh gods, I shouldn’t have told you that.’

      So that was it – a story as old as time, big brother with delusions of manhood, roped little bro into doing something incredibly stupid.

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