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“How am I supposed to pick his brain without revealing just how powerful our cargo is?”
“You’re smart; you’ll figure something out.”
I hate that she’s right. I don’t want another stranger with us.
“We’ll be putting him in danger,” I say. “We can’t do that. What if he’s caught with us?”
“If I could just interject.” Petrik raises his voice to be heard. “There are other ways I can be of use! I may not look it, but I’m strong. I carried all these books across two regions just to find you. I can help with any chores. I know how to build fires and cook. I can—”
“You can cook?” Temra and I ask simultaneously.
“Yes, one of my many duties at the Great Library was being in a cooking rotation with other novices.”
Temra and I share a glance.
Temra hands me Reya’s lead. “I’ve got this.” She returns to Petrik. “You may come with us, but we have some conditions.”
“Name them,” he says.
“You don’t ask questions about where we’re going or what we’re doing. And you need to know that dangerous people are after us. It might not be safe for you if we’re caught.”
Petrik’s hands drop from his shoulder straps as he deliberates. “How dangerous?”
“Very.”
He only thinks about it a moment longer. “Well, then, I guess I just can’t stick around too long.”
“Really?” I blurt. “You really still want to come?”
“If I’m being totally honest, it sounds very exciting!”
He’s mad, is what I want to say to Temra, but I can’t tell her that now without Petrik overhearing.
“Then we can’t delay any longer,” Temra says. “You have to keep up.”
And we resume running.
Even when the sun rises, we don’t dare make camp. We’re all tired, especially Reya, who’s carrying all the supplies as well as the mercenary’s bulk. We stop at a nearby stream to let her drink and graze a little but not for long. Temra picks the long grasses along the journey and feeds them to her as we walk.
Eventually, we pass by another set of travelers, a husband and wife sitting at the front of a covered cart, likely carrying goods for trade up to our city. The wife bears a very impressive crossbow for the dangers of the road. She eyes the drunken Kellyn with curiosity.
“Had too much to drink, this one,” Temra tells them.
They nod in understanding before carrying on.
“I think we should get off the road,” Temra says when they’re out of earshot. “Ky—Our pursuers won’t know which way we’ve gone. There are three roads leading out of the city, but if they question new arrivals to town, they’ll be able to point out having seen us. How hard will it be to remember a pair of sisters?”
“Just a moment,” Petrik says.
He runs back down toward the couple. They halt their cart and share a few words with Petrik. He hands something to them, and then they continue on.
“What was that?” Temra asks. “Now they’re going to remember us for sure!”
“I thought I’d ask if they’d like some bread,” he says.
“Bread?” I ask in disbelief.
