Chapter 3Come morning, Gideon had not slept. His stomach seized the moment he saw the bread, and he shoved it into his mouth before the rats could grab it. He became consumed by the fear that this was his last meal, and it was so dry and moldy, he almost wished he hadn’t eaten at all. Better not to tarnish the food, than to—
“You’ve done it,” the man said. He was younger than the first man, and thin as a rail. Shock covered his youthful face. “How did you do it?”
“I…”
The man ran away, calling for the King, before Gideon could answer. He sat silently as the King came in once more, picked up the few threads of gold that the tiny man had spun the night before, and then nodded. “Your father’s a liar, but you, it seems, are true.”
“Thank you,” Gideon said. It was all he could think to say.
