Tash climbed out of the window of her room and jumped to the ground. She checked her disguise and then set out for the palace. The idea had occurred to her a few weeks ago that the King and Co were absolutely dripping in jewels and gold and yet no one ever seemed to attempt to break into the palace to relieve them of these weighty ornaments. Tash had thought up a dashing and daring plan. As the security would probably be tighter at night she would sneak in during the day. People were going in and out all day. One more maid wouldn’t really be noticed, she figured.
Tash had been casing the joint for the last week and was confident in her ability to sneak in, nick the stuff and creep out again with the children at lunchtime. Tash was only of average height and thought she could pass as a tall boy. She had stashed the clothes in an empty room near the door. With the clothes was a leather ball, from which the stuffing had been pulled out. Then it was holiday time by the seaside for Tash the Omnipotent.
Tash breathed in the chilly morning air, as yet unsullied by the dust or stirred up muck by the horses or their droppings, as if it were the finest wine. It was going to be a great day. She, Tash the Thief, would make history.
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