"Yeah," Tom agrees, "an' we Protectors weren't content to just sneak 'round tryin' to scrape by. We shat on the rich men's lawns often as we could.
"Righ', so it's comin' up to Man Day, big winter party on the longest night of the year. The Church is drawin' clink from a nearby bank like mad. We figure if we can get the head pastor's signature, we can have one of our boys dressed up as an acolyte and walk out with a sackfull of paper money. But to get the signature to forge it, we need into the bank.
"We payed some brat to run up to the bank an' shout 'Rat!' and lead the 'Sworn to a distraction - which was me. Ducked and weaved while he shot that white fire an' swung his sword. Feckin' 'Sworn took my tail off 'fore I got away." This is the only part that's a lie.
"But my mates did it. Got the signature, dressed Derrick Anyface up as in acolyte black, painted the flame on his head and sent him on in. Nicked at least two thousand pounds. Took the Church three weeks after the Man Day rites to notice."
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"Righ', so it's comin' up to Man Day, big winter party on the longest night of the year. The Church is drawin' clink from a nearby bank like mad. We figure if we can get the head pastor's signature, we can have one of our boys dressed up as an acolyte and walk out with a sackfull of paper money. But to get the signature to forge it, we need into the bank.
"We payed some brat to run up to the bank an' shout 'Rat!' and lead the 'Sworn to a distraction - which was me. Ducked and weaved while he shot that white fire an' swung his sword. Feckin' 'Sworn took my tail off 'fore I got away." This is the only part that's a lie.
"But my mates did it. Got the signature, dressed Derrick Anyface up as in acolyte black, painted the flame on his head and sent him on in. Nicked at least two thousand pounds. Took the Church three weeks after the Man Day rites to notice."
Tom chuckles in fond remembrance.