David slowly looked behind himself into the back of Anansi’s cart. There had to be something back there in the pile of books and papers that could help. Maybe a hidden weapon somewhere…but all David could spot within his reach was a quill pen. He eyed the sharp, metal tip of the pen, and he cautiously reached back to grab it.
Anansi, meanwhile, grinned at the stranger. “You are of fox blood. That I can see. I cannot imagine what it is like to be so controlled by one’s nose. I’m sure it’s frustrating.”
The fox-man sniffed again. “You smell of spider.” He wrinkled his nose. “Bothersome creatures. Always leaving webs lying about for unsuspecting idiots to fall into. I don’t suppose you’ve caught anything of interest, lately, Brother Spider?”
By now, David had the quill pen in hand, and
