‘No, you don’t!’
As two of the constables began to drag his cap’n from the room, he ran at them. One raised an arm to fend him off, but he dodged it easily, then grabbed the man’s hand and wrenched it back against its inclination as his cap’n had showed him when they wrestled for sport. The man didn’t think it sport and gave a great cry as he fell back.
Maybe I twists it too hard, Dickon thought. But no one ’rests my captain.
The second man swung a fist at him but he was old and fat and slow and Dickon ducked and put his own fist in the man’s ribs, just a jab, sharp though, and the man wheezed and let go of his prisoner, which was the point.
‘Run, Cap’n,’ Dickon shouted, but his guardian just sagged and almost fell. Something was wrong with him and when Dickon reached to hold him up, t
