"Charles, thank you," Andrew said, he could breathe now and rolled over to get a better look at the man who had saved him. "I'm Andrew..." he hesitated to tell the stranger exactly who he was. This wasn't the first assassination attempt, it wouldn't be the last. It was hard to know who to trust these days.

"Ah... just a thief. I refused to give up my purse. Seems he got it after all." More likely it was at the bottom of the pond, not that it mattered. He sat up carefully, ribs aching.