“I’ve met that man,” he said without preamble. “The man who wants Papa.” “Aye, we saw,” Jamie said, brows raised. “What the devil were ye doing with him?” “Well, I saw him coming, but I did not think he would stop and talk to me if I only shouted at him. So I tossed Simon and Peter into his path.” “Who—” Jamie began, but Germain was already groping within the depths of his shirt. Before Jamie could finish the sentence, the boy had produced two sizable frogs, one green and one a sort of vile yellow color, who huddled together on the bare boards of the table, goggling in a nervous manner.
