Two days ago, Tavi thought, he might have let the man recover the dagger. He might have turned and run. He might have found someplace to hide until all of this was over. “Two days ago,” Tavi breathed, “I had a lot more sense.” Then he darted forward, seized the dagger where it lay, and began to run. “There!” Tavi heard the man yell. “He’s got the dagger! Kill that boy!”
