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Why Me?‘s**t!’
This was it; their time was up.
‘Ready my horse and have the supplies packed, Padruig. I’m leaving.’
The apprentice was in the foyer and out the tent before Santha finished speaking.
The lad was useful after all, Biahnd commented with a hint of surprise.
So it seems. Santha couldn’t believe it either. Let’s not waste the time he’s given us. Go wake Erod and bring him to me.
The little grey dog sauntered through the tent flaps as Santha went about her own final preparations. All the utensils integral for their flight from the city were already in a pile on the round dining table: a map Padruig had stolen from the alchemy convention marked with three possible escape routes, a compass from the healer, her mother’s silver bell, sheafs of dried yarrow and alum root fo
