“My lord!” the beggar screeched. “Your change!” He saw the blue line moving and reacted immediately, spinning and catching the coin, which had been hurled with exacting accuracy at his head. So, not blind after all. Wax snorted, pocketing the coin as a passing groundsman saw the beggar and shouted, “Not you again!” The beggar cackled and disappeared back into the shrubs. “What was that about?” Steris asked. “Damned if I know,” Wax said.
