The urchin's look of approval only grew more intense when the man climbed the tree stump, looking all at once like the death-defying performers at the new circus in town. His jump might have been the stuff of legend, if only it had been just a few —and a few more— feet higher. Still, when he jumped off and didn't come crashing right to the ground, Charley couldn't stop her mouth from unhinging and letting out a drawn-out, "Whoaaaa!"

In an instant, she was at his feet again, ready to fork over real money for the amulet. Not that Charley could spare a single knut, not after all she'd given away in flowers today. She was sure that Missus Crouch would understand, but Mrs. Mann kept such strict accounting that even her kindness in the face of disaster might fall under scrutiny. It was a good thing she wouldn't have to chance it, with the man willing to give up such a precious charm in exchange for a few flowers.

"En't never fallin' a roof or tree again," Charley said offhandedly, holding out the makeshift bouquet to the man at last. She kept her other palm out to him, ready to take ownership of her new safeguard. The urchin was already putting together the right words to direct crowds to the man's business, after her own naturally. "Now, so as I do it proper, what am I callin' ya? Can't exactly say 'Oi, jes shuffle on to that wizardy bloke over yonder.'"

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