The Amulet Saga
Volume Two: The Defector
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Rose inhaled deeply, reveling in the new sights and smells. “Isn’t it beautiful here?”
Myrta sneezed. “I don’t know about beautiful. It’s too flat. It ain’t natural to be able to see so far without seeing any trees or mountains.”
The forest that encircled Legerdemain had passed out of view more than a week past. Rose and Myrta parted from the caravan two days before. It was only a matter of time before Rose’s father’s soldiers caught up to the caravan, and she wanted to be as far in the opposite direction as possible before that happened.
While the caravan made its way south and east toward Cadalania, she and Myrta traveled south and west toward Sunnland, the largest and most prosperous kingdom this side of Malakai’s Ridge. Best of all, no one in the caravan knew she was gone. She and Myrta slipped away at the last village, a small town that gave its allegiance and taxes to Kirlan, telling conflicting stories of which part of the caravan they’d be riding with that day. No one in the caravan would miss them for at least a day. If Rose had calculated correctly, that would be about the time her father’s guards caught up. By the time all the confusion was sorted out, she and Myrta would be another day or two away, and they’d be lost in the bustle of the city long before anyone picked up their trail.
“Be glad we’re not going east,” Rose said. “I’ve heard the desert is nothing but sand for days and days.”
Myrta shuddered. “I don’t know that the sea will be much better. Water in all directions for days sounds just as bad.”
“We don’t need to go across the sea. I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunity for work in a city like Nynthavin.”
“I do hope you’re right, m’lady.”
“Rose. You must call me Rose. We’re equals, now.”
Myrta snorted, but didn’t argue.
By late afternoon, Rose’s back ached from sitting so long in the saddle, and her backside ached even more, yet the landscape stretched on, low rolling hills in every direction, with not so much as a farmhouse in sight, let alone a village.
“Surely we must be almost to the sea by now,” Myrta said.
Rose frowned. Everything looked so much closer together on the maps she studied. She knew Legerdemain was small—she could travel from one end to the other in a day—but she hadn’t realized how large the rest of the world really was…
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