The silver was a difficult fit around Secrat. Heavier than anticipated, the suit, not Secrat, he knew he'd be unable to ascend the castle walls with it. Not that he could do it again other-wise.
His body was beaten and battered, and without the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the injuries and hardships had caught up with him.
He limped his way to the other side of Italina, trying to find a stance resembling how the Knight's carried themselves. They walked, more or less, like a normal person trying to walk with pride, always looking force and tense, like Livius Reid, who was the real deal, or would it have been Livius Reid's ghost? The fables and myths assigned certain credentials, but Copé had no true idea of what an Aeonian was.
Getting through the gates led to no confrontation. New guards in the rotation. Had it been a different day, a composite sketch would have spelled Secrat's capture and demise, but the Aer Festival cluttered everything to his favor.
An array of thieves would lurk inside the town for the night. Secrat assumed the only reason Livius was summoned is because a knight was murdered. But, then again, he knew not how it all worked.
The Guards did stop him, with cautious faces. "Officer," a Knight said in such a formal tone Secrat thought he might as well be talking to King Harries himself, "State your business."
Secrat smiled, he'd have laughed in the face of the knight had it been a different circumstance. "In pursuit of a thief that left with items outside town walls. He escaped," Copé said, his voice deepened as to create a false sense of professionalism and poise.
"The troupe!? You were in pursuit of the man by yourself?" The Knight's face seemed aghast.
Secrat fanned him off with his hand. "Nay, I lost track of the carriage, had to walk all the way back around on foot."
"What carriage? There'd been no carriage put in his pursuit."
"No, but, uh, there had been carriages of nobleman posted all about the outskirts of the Wilderness. Looks like Harries anticipated them." Copé felt his heart beating faster. Anyone of normal intelligence would be able to see through his lie. If it were a knight of any know-how or significance, his lie would fail.
"Odd, the other knights made it seem like he didn't want any men posted outside the walls. Like he thought it too risky because the savages that show up for the festival," the knight sounded befuddled. Not that he disagreed with Secrat, but that he was genuinely confused. The other two knights gave no input, they were young and inexperienced, as was the knight who spoke.
"Clearly, that's what the King wanted everyone to think." Copé said back, and for some reason he didn't understand himself, he pointed at the top of his head with a smile.
"Aha," The Knight said, nodding with a smile of his own. "Very smart of the King."
Secrat nodded back, and began to walk forward, saying nothing, his back to the knights.
"Then again, from what The Woman who was almost killed by the troupe said, the remaining thief was far from the most skillful in the operation."
Secrat bit his lip as the gate into Italina came open, waving goodbye to the fuck-faced knight.
The Red Flux & the Wunderkind THief
Chapter One (1 - 2 - 3)