Delilah thudded her foot against the cobblestone, causing the bells to keep rhythm as she juggled the eggs. “The king eats more and more each day; hoping to eat his fill. Each day his belly grows bigger and his clothes grow smaller still!” She winked at the guards and the crowd laughed appreciatively. Coins rained at her feet when she caught each of the eggs in her skirt. The White Knight approached her after the crowd had gone.
“Brava! I always finish early to insure that I will catch your performance.” Delilah pursed her lips, but she was tempted to smile.
“Better not let the others hear you say that!”
“You mean don’t let Judas hear me say it.”
“Speaking of whom, where is that devil of a fire dancer?”
“At the camp. It seems the peasants and noblemen aren’t quite in the mood for fire…” The White Knight glanced at the church spire meaningfully. Before Delilah could answer, a blood curdling scream let out from the castle.
“I do believe we should leave, as everything is the Merry Coroners’ fault.”