"But tonight, he'd made what he now expected to be a fatal mistake. The bag had hung, plump and gold-embroidered, irresistible at the youth's slender waist. Arjun had seen it, paused, snatched. The alley was dark, the moon hidden behind clouds -- it had seemed the perfect moment. And yet here they were, he and his erstwhile target, tumbling across the city, slipping and clawing and gasping as they ran. And the young lord was getting closer."