The dung landed in front of me with a wet plop. I turned my head, and as expected, saw the sneering face of the urchin who had been following us for the last few days. Before I could stop her, Yoli picked the dung up and flung it right back at the urchin. It hit the child square in the face.
“Yeah, well… you only hit me because you’re good at throwing,” she screeched, before diving back into the undergrowth.
Yoli’s face went from satisfied, to confused, to moody. I gave her the space of a few seconds before I spoke.
“That didn’t feel as good as you thought it would, did it?”
Yoli scrunched up her face. “No. But she’s been annoying us for days, mistress. And what kind of comeback was that? Good at throwing? I ought to be, as a squire of the Kingsguard.”
“We do prefer that our squires have good aim, yes,” I said.
Yoli glared at the bushes, then slumped. “Good aim against another trained fighter, not some little kid.”
“Did you see what she has wrapped around her arm?” I asked.
“A piece of the enemy’s uniform,” Yoli said.
“A piece of the uniform that could have been her father’s, her brother’s, or someone else she loved. We’re the villains in her story.”
“How can that be? They’ve tortured innocents, put children to death. Mistress, they wouldn’t even respect you as a fighter.”
“Their respect isn’t as important to me as my respect for myself. Tell me, Squire Yoli, how is your self-respect at this moment?”
She looked at the ground. “Not good.”
“Why?”
“Because I picked a fight with a dumb, and obviously sad, little kid. And that’s not who I want to be.”
“Save that aim for an actual opponent when we find one. It might keep your hands cleaner,” I said, smiling. “Let’s find a creek and get them washed off.”
“She’s going to keep throwing shit at us you know,” Yoli said.
“Then it’s a good thing that we train our squires to dodge as well.”
“I’m fast enough for that,” Yoli said. “She really does have terrible aim.”
