“What makes you think I won’t just kill you before you can say a thing,” BS replied, the anger building in his face. Shakes wracked his body both in fear and rage.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I left copies of my account of who you really are with both the Dame and you Master, along with the evidence to prove it. All in nice little sealed boxes to be opened in the event of my death. So don’t think you can get off that easy. Now do we have a deal?” the boy replied without losing his composure.

Fersern’s shoulders dropped and his body shook with sobs as he cried out, “YES, yes, you win, you can have the third, and I will be able to live on my share of the Dame’s, just let me live in peace. I will do whatever you want so long as I can live in peace.” He collapsed on the floor in a weeping mass. The little boy smiled as he serenely rose from his seat.

“You are very fortunate that I witnessed what you did, and more fortunate to have taken advantage of it. Had most anyone else seen it, you would be dead already, so be thankful you have me. Now don’t forget our agreement, and don’t even think of shorting me or you shall suffer the consequences.” He said over his shoulder has he paused at the door. He left the once strong confident man huddled in a sobbing heap.

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master, one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.