“Then you’d best do it, before he gets any mangier. And before he decides to take your other hand off.” I leaned closer to the cage, pushing as I did so, and the wolf cowered more deeply. “Looks sick to me. My master would be furious with me if I brought him in and the dogs got sick from killing him.” I glanced up at the sky. “Storm is coming. I’d better be off.”
“One silver, boy. And that’s giving him to you.”
At that moment the jay succeeded in pulling the pin. The cage door swung open and he hopped to the door’s edge. I casually stepped between the man and the cage. Behind me, I heard the jays hop out to the top of the pigeons’ cage. Door’s open, I pointed out to the crow. I heard him rattle his pathetic feathers. I caught up the pouch at my belt, hefted it thoughtfully. “A silver? I don’t have a silver. But it’s no matter, really. I just realized I’ve no way to cart him home with me. Best I don’t buy him.”
Behind me, the jays took flight. The man blazed out a curse and lunged past me toward the cage. I managed to get entangled with him so that we both fell. The crow had made it as far as the cage door. I shook myself clear of the merchant and jumped to my feet, jarring the cage to spook the bird out into the free air. He beat his wings laboriously, but they carried him to the roof of a nearby inn. As the merchant lumbered to his feet the crow opened his threadbare wings and cawed derisively.
“There’s a whole cageful of my wares gone!” he began accusingly, but I caught up my cloak and pointed to a tear in it. “My master’s going to be angry over this!” I exclaimed, and matched him glare for glare.