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. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"My appetite isn't what it used to be," he said with a sigh. "I
don't eat half of the things I bring along. Most of the time I throw
my leftover food overboard for the fish to eat. A man can't take
from the Blood Sea without giving something back," he said
reverently. "If the fish live and multiply, then so will the
fishermen."
It was a nice thought, but I was hoping he wouldn't throw
anything overboard that night, because I was awfully hungry.
He must have been reading my mind, because he took a
sweetcake for himself and then handed his food bag over to me,
saying, "Take as much as you like."
I took it all.
The moon was halfway across the sky by the time I finished
eating. And, then, finally, the old man tossed his fishing line into
the water.
We bobbed on the gentle sea, neither one of us talking. I
wondered how long we would stay out that night before the old
man grew tired and gave up. And I wondered what I would do
when we reached shore. Would I move on and steal my bread
from another baker, in another town? I wanted more from life than
just crumbs. I had a restless craving for ... experience. That was
why I had stolen the elven leader's locket, back in my homeland. I
thought that the locket held a secret incantation that would give
me power and wisdom. Instead it only brought me misery. When
my thievery was discovered, I was banished from my home
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