A Short Story in the world of The False Prince. For all readers.
By Jennifer A. Nielsen
Morning started early at Mrs. Turbeldyās Orphanage for Disadvantaged Boys. Sleep late, and youād stay hungry. Nineteen of us lived there, and on a good day, thereād be food enough for five or six.
First meal was whatever was donated the evening before by the local priest, who skimmed off his share before passing it on. I knew that because on church days, I often took time to visit his office and skim off my share of his skimmings and return them to the orphanage.
The other six days of the week, food was scarce, and this morning was no exception.
āBean bread,ā Mrs. Turbeldy announced, as if she was some sort of hero for offering up a single loaf of what the wealthy literally offered their pigs. āTry to get a piece with weevils, thatās extra nutrition.ā
Weād had nothing else to eat for a week. I groaned and turned to leave.
āWhereāre you going, Sage?ā Mrs. Turbeldy asked.
āAnywhere.ā
In her hurry to follow me, she dropped the bread, only to leave a dozen or more boys to scramble for a larger piece for themselves.
āOh no, you are not leaving!ā She grabbed the sleeve of my shirt, widening the hole near my elbow. āYou still owe me for the damage you caused to the floor upstairs.ā
āFor stepping on the floor, you mean?ā Last week, Iād accidentally discovered a rotted piece of wood near my bed and had nearly fallen through to the kitchen.
āItāll cost twenty garlins to repair that. If you leave without paying that debt, Iāll have you arrested and bring you before the king himself on charges.ā
I rolled my eyes. āThe king himself will not want to waste his time on me. Iāll get you the money, but I will not endure another bite of bean bread.ā
She checked the floor behind her. āThatās just as well. Itās all gone.ā
I stepped outside into the streets of Carchar, barely dodging a traderās wagon and an overeager horse. His wheels splashed up mud on me and the trader glanced back, āFilthy thief, get out of the way!ā
I considered taking offense to his words until I looked down at myself. Both were true enough. I was particularly filthy today, and it would take some clever thieving to get twenty garlins in a single day.
I wandered into the market, swiping an apple to eat along the way. The streets were full of opportunities but I had rules. I never took from anyone in need, even if my need seemed greater. I never took from anyone younger than me, unless they were in the process of taking from someone younger than them, in which case I figured the rules didnāt matter. And I never took more than was necessary.
But twenty garlins was necessary, or Mrs. Turbeldy might follow through on her threats. I collected half of the coins with almost no effort simply by wandering the market. An accidental bump against a gentleman, and my hand could be in and out of his coat pocket before heād finished demanding an apology from me.
After a couple of hours, I had nine coins in my right fist and a single coin in my left. Getting the other half might be more challenging. On the far corner of the market square, I noticed a man with a table set out with various wool cloths for sale. A woman paid him for a piece, and my eye followed those coins to a small tin box on his lap.
I wanted that tin box.
Casually, I walked up to his table. āHow much?ā
He frowned at me. āGet away from here, rat. Youāll drive off my business.ā
I turned to leave, then looked down and smiled. āWhat luck!ā Then I pretended to pick up the coin already in my left hand.
He leaned over his table to look at me. āWhat are you doing?ā
āPicking up this coin.ā
āIf you found it there, then I must have dropped it. Itās mine.ā
I stood and carefully looked it over. āYour name isnāt on it.ā
He stood and set his tin box on top of the cloth, then snatched the coin from my hand. āAt least I have a name.ā
āBut probably not a very good name, right?” I looked down again. āYou go ahead and keep that coin. Iāll take the others.ā I bent down and deposited the other nine coins on the ground.
The man stood and walked around the table, then kicked at my side. āOh no you donāt, rat. Those coins are mine.ā
I scrambled away from him. While he bent to the ground to pick up the other nine coins, I merely walked around the back of his table and swiped his tin box, then ran.
One I was far enough away, I cut into an alley and opened the box, then quickly counted out the coins. Nineteen garlins. I still needed one more.
I left the box in the alley and wandered back into the street. Straight ahead of me, two gentleman I didnāt recognize had just gotten out of a wagon with a slouched-over driver who remained. More curious still, in the back of the wagon were two other boys near my own age. One looked strong and alert, the other pale and sickly.
I quickly dismissed them. They were obviously servants purchased for some kind of labor. Certainly not the kind of life I would ever accept.
But I was interested in the two men who had left the wagon. I saw them only from behind. The taller man was bald with dark skin and made entirely of muscle. The other was closer to my height and wore very fine clothes, those I would only see on a nobleman.
His pockets would be full of garlins.
I joined the crowd of people behind them, watching which side of the noblemanās coat hung heavier than the other, which side seemed to jangle with coins when he moved.
If I was correct, then his coins were in his right pocket, but so was his hand. This would be a difficult theft, but hardly the most complicated one Iād done.
I put a smile on my face and gave myself room to run up to him, shouting, āFather, itās me!ā Then I embraced him from behind.
The nobleman grunted and lifted his arms in surprise, which was all I needed to get my hand into his pocket. His taller companion immediately yanked me away and for a brief moment I locked eyes with the nobleman. He began looking me over, far more intently than I wanted. Suddenly I wished to be anywhere else.
āPardon, sir.ā
I tried to run but the man holding me tightened his grip. He said, āThis boy stole from you!ā He shoved his hand into my pocket and emptied out every coin I had.
The noblemanās eyes narrowed. āWhatās your name?ā
Without answering, I kicked backward and my shirt tore further to escape the grip of the man who was holding me. I set off in a run deeper into the markets, furious at having been caught. Furious with myself for being too impatient. If I had not gotten away, I might have paid dearly for that mistake.
āRoast!ā A butcher directly ahead of me held up a large cut of meat and my mouth began to water. āMy last one for today. Who wants it?ā
I wanted it, desperately.
But in looking around the square, I saw that I was not the only one. Not far from the butcher, a man had just pulled out a bag and was counting his coins to purchase the roast.
I knew what I had just promised myself, that there was danger in acting too quickly. But if I did not act now, that roast would be gone.
The man stepped forward to the butcher. āWill you wrap the roast for me, sir?ā
āYes, of course.ā The butcher bent down beneath his table to find the paper to wrap the roast. That was my chance.
I set off on a run, pausing at the table just long enough to pull the roast into my arms.
āThief!ā yelled the man who had hoped to purchase it.
I glanced back and breathed out a curse word. Rather than any paper, the butcher had just grabbed a cleaver. I couldnāt help but smileā¦and run faster.
This was definitely not my best plan ever. But it was hardly my worst either. Mrs. Turbeldy would accept the roast as payment for my debt, and a lot of boys would finally get a decent meal.
If I had to do this all over again, I would never have chosen this life. Little did I know then, how very much my life was about to change.
49 Comments
AHHHHHHHHHH!!! This is amazing!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!
Oh that is amazing!!!! I miss Sage so much, Iām so excited to see him again in the new book!! I love that ending!!
Ahhhh, I missed him so much!!! This was awesome and I can’t wait for the new books!! I’m so happy right now! Thank you, Mrs. Nielsen!! š
Amazing , as usual Mrs. Nielsen . One question , What would a Garlin equal in the U.S’s money system today ? Would it be like 1 dollar ?
Hi Mary – in today’s money, it’d be more than a dollar. Maybe closer to $5.
What does a Garlin look like?
(You might have already said this)
It looks much like any other medieval coin.
I love it! Itās fun to see a little more Sage and Mrs. Turbuldy. Thank you so much for writing these, I can hardly wait to read more.
I LOOOOVED it! Especially the last line, that was my favorite part. I’m sure that was not how Sage planned his day to go. You’re so amazing, Jennifer! Thank you for the story.
Will we be voting for the next short story too?
Probably not, at least not for a while. I’ve got a good idea of what fans wanted to hear more about.
I’ve been looking forward to this all week! Thank you for sharing! š
This was spectacular! I needed some False prince to keep me sane while I wait for the 4th book to come out! I am so thankful you have a site, I adore your books so much! I appreciate the work you do for us. Also i was wondering who wine the book? Thank you for being so generous!
The winner was named Natalie – I notified her directly by email. Thanks much!
Iām so ready for book 4!! šš
Ah man, SO good!!! I love Sage so much. I can’t wait for more of him!!
AHHHHHH thank you so much for this!!!!
Thank you so much!! I can’t wait to see Sage again in the next book!
Thanks so much for this story! My sister and I really enjoyed it; it tied in very nicely to the first book š
Thanks, this is just what I needed, a little bit of Sage! It’s even more thrilling knowing how everything will turn out, and seeing them all interact. When did you write this? Was it with the first book or recently? I loved it.
I wrote this several weeks ago. I’m working on another one now!
I love how that’s how he first met Conner! Just think: if he didn’t step on that piece of floorboard maybe he wouldn’t have had to deal with Conner! Lol thanks so much I love Sage! And it’s fun to read a short story from you because although fanfics are awesome they aren’t quite the same!
Thank you!
Oh my goodness that was so good! I loved this way too much! Do you think youāll write more short stories from different points in Sageās life?
Yes, I probably will!
This is great! It’s so much fun to read more about Sage before book 1.
Oh I love love love LOVED IT! Oh man, it brought back all the wonderful excitement that I felt when I first read The False Prince! Thank you for sharing this!!!
I loved this story so much! Thank you for writing it, I needed a little taste of the series to help withstand the wait of the the fourth book. I can’t wait to read it!
Oh my word!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you so much, this is really good! Do you know when the release date for The Captive Kingdom is and if you will be giving out any ARCs before then? Thanks!
It will be released on October 6th, and yes, I will be giving away ARCs very soon.
Ah this took me back a few years š Absolutely loved it!! Looking forward to reading The Captive Kingdom!
I was wondering if you plan o do more giveaways?
Definitely!
Reading this makes me think about how the ascendence series could make an intense tv show lol, or movie. Like episode 1 could easily end off somewhere around the time they make camp, but people have to wait till episode 2 to know what the plan is exactly. The beginning has such a good hook, this series was the sole reason Iāve gotten into reading books. I used to hate reading, but my school library just had gotten a bunch of new books, and it sounded and looked intriguing so I read the first page and couldnāt put it down, and the librarian let me take it that day (even though they technically werenāt supposed to let books get borrowed yet because they werenāt in the libraries system, so she specially did it so I could take it that day) and ever since I have loved reading so much, gotten into so many book series like the lunar chronicles, throne of glass series and a court of thorns and roses, along with many of your other books too, I really love mark of the thief and the setting being in Ancient Rome. Aside from that, I am stoked and nostalgic because now with The Captured Kingdom, and little short stories, I get to go back to the roots, and the series that got me into reading in the first place. I probably would not read as much as I do now if I hadnāt run into the ascendance series, so thank you! And I am beyond excited, and impatient, for The Captured Kingdom. (Sorry for the endless comment š)
Thank you, Gina!
Haha Gina you have like the same exact back story as me! (Except I didnāt discover The False Prince from a library) Dang I wish I knew you so we could fan girl over The Ascendance Trilogy all the time š
I miss Sage so much! That was great, I loved it!!! I cannot wait for book four.
I love it! Anything with Sage is amazing
Hello Mrs Nielsen ! Um , its sunday , they day where you are supposed to give away the alice in wonderland book .
The giveaway was last Sunday. I didn’t post the winner because it would be weird with the story, but it was given away. Thanks for asking!
Ok ! By the way , love the story .
Fantastic story, Jennifer! You should do this kind of āmoment beforeā piece for all of your series! Canāt wait to read THE CAPTIVE KINGDOM! Be well! š
I just finished The False Prince and am currently searching for The Runaway King (I may have lost it in my endless shelves of books). So good! I love them so much.
I LOVE short stories and this was totally AMAZING! Thanks so much!
Very nice short story of Sage encounter with Mott and Cregan.
Looool “Father!” I can’t that’s hilarious. Jaron is awesome!
Ahhhhhhhh! Yes! I love it!!! Super superb! This little piece into Sages life is amazing! Think you!!
OMG i luv tis so much lik it iz sooo gud ya