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  • Chapter 8 – How the tables turn

    He was drunk. Mr. Chubs knew that deep, deep, really deep down. But he was in the happy phase of being drunk so he did not protest too loudly when Tully suggested a night of tavern hopping as a way to celebrate their one year of being master and apprentice.

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  • Chapter 7 – Friendship given, friendship accepted

    Two roads stood before her, an ordinary citizen, but who had the ability to wrought great things. One road was easy, it would lead her back to her ordinary life. But it would be safe and not without happiness. She could have a home and a hearth, do and be whoever she wanted to be.

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  • Chapter 6 – Of fights and cowardice

    Tully was not at all what Mr. Chubs had thought he would be. He had assumed him to be a slovenly idiot who was creating mischief simply because he could. He had dreaded that Tully would start needling him about Arthur Uriel Banes the minute he got a chance. But the boy seemed content to

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  • Chapter 5 – The edge of danger

    Once upon a time there was a manservant who did not behave like a manservant should. He was disrespectful, loudmouthed and poking his nose in things he had no right poking in. But the prince was indulgent and despite complaints, instead of banishing his manservant, or giving him a good lashing to discipline him, he

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  • Chapter 4 – A difficult bargain

    It is another fortnight before Mr. Chubs finds “the one.” The time spent with the caravan that had picked him up from under the tree had been pleasant – in fact the most pleasant time he had spent in anyone’s company. The children had been fascinated by his harmonica and books, the younger ones never

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  • Chapter 3 – Caravan of performers

    It had been a fortnight since Mr. Chubs had left Goya. He had been through several towns in that time but hadn’t found the “right” place, people or atmosphere to share his stories in. He couldn’t ever decide if his idea of the “right” place was the correct method of finding his home for the

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  • Chapter 2 – The benevolent king

    Mr. Chubs was in the mood for some wine. Some fine wine, not the swill that could be bought for a copper. He wanted the one that would slither down his throat, ignite his belly and drop a warm blanket on his mind. It was with some trepidation he realized that though the town of

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