Chapter threeNath Redfern, known as Nath the Limp, heard the commotion from Little Lace Street as he patrolled his Watchman’s beat along Haberdasher’s Avenue. Long shadows from the rosy pinkish light of the Maiden with the Many Smiles lay across the alleys and streets of the new city of Gafarden. Nath the Limp hoisted up the lantern on its pole and hurried towards the corner. Young hellions up to no good, was his verdict on the noise, and he’d soon restore peace and quiet to the nighted city streets.
He’d picked up his injury resulting in his limp when he’d served in the Tenth Churgurs at the Battle of Bengarl’s Blight. That seemed a long time ago now. He rounded the corner to see the contorted shapes of the youngsters having fun throwing empty bottles about. Mindless young idiots, he tho
