The Chronicles of Jonathon Postlethwaite: The Seed of Corruption by Denny David S

Author:Denny, David S [Denny, David S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The Scholar was woken early the following morning by a loud cursing from outside in the yard below. He dressed quickly and looked down into the courtyard to see an enormous, red faced man in a dirty red and

white apron who was hurling small, blackened objects violently against the gates.

“Fucking bollocks, fucking shit bollocks!" he howled in a highly agitated state. "They're ruined, fucking ruined" he almost sobbed as he examined the charcoaled remains of

yesterday's work.

With an unintelligible grunt, he turned his reddened face up to the window, where a puzzled spectator stood watching. The scholar looked into the visage of Victor the Mad Baker in full fury. His face was almost purple now, except for the red, bulbous, porey nose which contrasted with his wild shock of white hair.

The baker's bloodshot eyes narrowed when he saw the fat, bald man looking down at him. He held up a ruined pie at him and shouted.

"What d'you think y'staring at runt! Want a pie for y'fucking breakfast, eh!" he screamed, baring his brown teeth, and hurled the burned offering at the now frightened observer.

The burnt pie rattled off the window frame and the scholar withdrew from the window taking in a deep breath. He turned and saw Mrs.Lovenberry shuffling down the corridor from the direction of the stairs and in the process of tying on a pinafore.

“Ah " she said.” Good morning. Did you want breakfast, Mr. er, What was your name again." she inquired, unsure of whether they had been introduced the night before. “Scholar." said the pale faced little man who still had his eyes on the baker who had now begun to take out his frustration on the yard gates with his boot.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Scholar of course, Breakfast?" she inquired.

Mr. Scholar, as he had been newly titled, was tempted to explain that 'scholar' was not in fact his real name, just something that Flax called him. His real name Pinky Makepeace, but he decided that he would keep the new title. It seemed to have a ring to it. “Yes, breakfast." Pinky replied, still watching the baker who now sat down by the gates with a bottle to his mouth." Breakfast" he repeated.

He followed Mrs. Lovenberry down the stairs and into a room behind the bar. Agnes apologised for forgetting her guest's names, even though they had never given them to her, and inquired of the names of her other two guests.

Even though she had not heard the names before, she repeated them after the Scholar with a false familiarity. It was old age she said, it played tricks with her memory. Would his friends be down for breakfast soon? she asked.

Pinky the Scholar shook his head. They had along journey and were very, very tired, he explained. No, he thought, definitely not, judging from the moaning and groaning that had come from Scoggins's room the night before. They would be completely exhausted.

At breakfast, Mr. Scholar wolfed down the somewhat alien food with relish. It was

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