A few steps forward they came across a commotion in front of a stall selling fried eels. Few people were gathered in front of the stall, as an heavy set women wearing an apron held a thin boy by his elbow.
“Stealing
with your dirty hands, you lil punk? How
dare you?”
She
yanked the boy roughly and shook him. The boy looked thin and malnourished,
with rough curly hair covering his head. He kept his eyes lowered on the
ground. But when the women continued berating him and raised her hand, he
looked up. His eyes looked hardened and unfaltering.
“He
is a serf.”
Someone
in the small crowd of bystanders now gathered called out.
“Who
does he belong to?
“That’s
sols color hew wearing aint it?”
“When
Lord sol hear about this, he gonna teach you a lesson.”
For
the first time the boys eye showed something close to fear.
“Call
the sol guards and hand him to em, they will make him right.” A man standing
right in the front of the crowd sneered.
“Wait.”
Hades called out, before someone from the crowd left to call the sols guard who
were quite fearsome by reputation alone.
He stepped out of the crowd to the women “How much does he owe you?”
A murmur went up the crowd.
“Isn’t that the prince?”
