The Amulet Saga
Volume Two: The Defector
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Rose stared down the dusty road in the direction the thief had gone until long after the sun climbed over the hills to the east. Myrta sat beside her, silent for a long while.
At last, Myrta put a hand on Rose’s arm. “What do you want to do now, m’lady?”
Rose choked back the tears that clouded her eyes and lodged in her throat. “I don’t know. He took our money and our clothes and even our food. I suppose we must go home. But I don’t even know how to get there without a horse. It’s been days since the last village, even on horseback. We’ll starve before we get anywhere. And there’s no telling how long it will be before my father’s men come this way. We can’t just sit and wait to be rescued, either.”
Myrta stood and brushed the dust from her backside. “Very well, then. If we cannot go back and we cannot stay here, we must move forward. Come along. There’s no time to waste.” She reached a hand down to Rose.
Rose grabbed it and heaved herself up. She stood in the road, staring in the way the thief had gone, while Myrta picked up both their cloaks and shook the dust from them.
Myrta handed Rose her cloak. “You still have the amethyst clasp. If need be, you could sell it.”
Rose nodded, only half listening. She glanced back the way they had come, half hoping to see a dust cloud announcing her father’s soldiers. If they came, some of them could return her home, while the others went in search of Sir Billham, the thief.
But no cloud of dust appeared, and Myrta was already walking down the road, continuing toward Nynthavin…
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