36
There were more people trying to exit the gates than enter when Liam and I joined the end of the line. The sun had begun to sink, and the smoke left an ominous haze over the city.
I wished I had a cloth or something to hold over my face, but the clothes Nora had dressed me in left lifting my skirt to my nose as my only choice. I might have been tempted to try it, but the black pouch of berries burned in my pocket, and I was too afraid of calling attention to myself to do anything more than wrinkle my nose at the stench and wait patiently in line.
Liam kept his horse next to mine as we moved slowly forward.
I glanced around before leaning toward him. “Are they searching people?”
The thought brought me no fear. I doubted the soldiers were smart enough to know the berries in my pocket
