tales of Suchita

It had taken a surprising amount of strength, and number of people, to transfer Mr. Chubs from the tavern to their room. It was a good thing that when Tully’s father had withdrawn his purse, he hadn’t thought to withdraw his bodyguards. Between the three of them and another two who were at least half…

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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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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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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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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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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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