![]() ![]() I want to at least choose my own partner, he said. He looked up to see the kid in the commoner’s garb grinning at him. The crunchy fruit flooded his mouth with its flavor, simultaneously sweet and sour. There was a pause, then he grabbed the apple and bit into the side that didn’t have any teeth marks in it. The other youth laughed and wiped the half-eaten apple on a sleeve, then held it out. He pushed the hand away, hating to be treated like a child. Monkey jumped down off the fence and stood in front of him, then mussed his hair-as if the kid had the right! Monkey was only a year older than him. ![]() Forget crying-if the serving women saw that, they would faint. Wearing a commoner’s outfit, clambering on the fence like a monkey, munching on an apple. So it had come to this: being looked down upon from the lofty heights of the fence. He’d disappeared among the trees, eluded his pursuers-so why could this kid find him so easily?īetter go back, then. The figure took a bite of the hard fruit with a flash of white teeth. ![]() He could see the youthful figure on the fence, holding an apple. The voice was friendly enough, but its owner was looking down at him where he was collapsed on his knees on the ground. Geez, how are you gonna survive if that’s all it takes to send you running? ![]()
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