Two Tudor Thieves

Cathrine Parr

Cathy laughed quietly to herself as she made her way closer to the edge of town. She played with her silver ring, which she had stolen back from Anne. Sure, Anne was good, but not as good as her. Cathy had noticed right away and then quickly stole her possession back.

Cathy had fast and agile reflexes, so Anne hadn't noticed. Cathy smiled to herself, Anne was offly cute. She might just have to run into her again, hopefully not as literally though.

She quickly walked to a vendor on the edge of town, a good distance away from the other shops. Cathy smiled at the young girl who ran to greet her.

"Hello Mae." Cathy smiled at the child, who was now giggling with excitement.

"Miss Cathy!" Mae squealed, her tiny hand grabbing onto Cathy's, "Daddys been expecting you!"

"Well I should hope so!" Cathy laughed, relieved that Mr. Seymour had indeed gotten her letter in advance.

Cathy had travelled for a good week on foot before arriving in town, she lived a ways off into the forest, away from civilization, for reasons she didn't share openly.

"Cathy!" Thomas looked at her over his thick spectacles, "I didn't expect to see you so soon." Thomas Seymour was a rather skinny man, with horrible eyesight, and light blonde hair.

"Mr Seymour." Cathy extended her hand, making it clear that she intended to keep this visit formal.

Thomas shook it and then quickly brushed past his daughter, who was now clinging onto Cathy's coat, wanting to follow them downstairs.

"Mae." Mr Seymour's voice was firm, "Stay up here."

"But I want to go see the potions!" Maes' voice took on a higher octave as she started her father down. It would be a rather funny seene if not for the weight of what she had just said.

"Mae!" Thomas snapped, "We don't say that word!" He looked around the little shop, lowering his voice, even though there was no one who could possibly overhear, "Now go to your room, I need to help Miss Parr."

Mae scowled but did as she was told. And as soon as she was out of sight Thomas walked over to a closed door, he pulled out a set of keys and proceeded to unlock the several locks that protected whatever lay beyond the thick wooden board.

Cathy closed the door behind her and walked down the wooden stairs, she followed Thomas into a small room with shelves and shelves of potions. Cathy examined the labels as Mr Seymour waited patiently.

"What's 'Revelcan'?" Cathy asked, picking up a stout bottle with light blue liquid inside.

"That's a new one," Thomas took it from her and read the description on the back, "It reveals footprints or something like that."

"Cool." Cathy took it back and then placed it in her bag, "I'll have this one along with all the usuals."

"Okay," Thomas shearched the shelves for bottles, gathering around twenty more potions before helping Cathy put them in her bag, "I trust you have payment?"

"Yes," Cathy pulled a long silver horn out of her bag and handed it to Thomas.

"Where did you get one? These are hard enough to come by as it is."

Cathy shrugged, "I don't use those portions for nothing you know."

"This should cover your visit today." Mr Seymour smiled, "I've been looking for a unicorn horn for quite some time now."

"I hope you'll put it to good use then." Cathy smiled and walked over to the door.

She made her way upstairs and out onto the street where the sun had dipped below the horizon, she would have to find a tavern to stay in for the night.