Thursday, May 29, 2014

Alíenor 29

29
As I feared, people wonder. My truth-lie rolls easily with lords and ladies, but I can tell the Council does not. It is only a matter of time before I am taken for questioning. Tonight I must run, and now.
I slip out of the room, and run immediately into Aneira. She begs to come with to escape torture, and I grudgingly comply.
The gatekeepers lend us horses, naïve of our plans. It is not yet raining, but thundering. The air is muggy.
The calm does not last long- not ten minutes into our ride, the heavens open. We are soaked within seconds.
And still, we press on.

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