CHAPTER 29
For Lady Duxelle, sneaking into New Eaton was easy.
She hid along the side of the great northern road, and when a Gourman van passed, she threw a rock at the windshield. It glanced off and the van stopped. A soda can stepped out, looked around and, seeing nothing, drove back to New Eaton with Lady Duxelle underneath the van. The guards at the checkpoint never thought to check the undercarriage.
She waited until the van parked at a gas station. The soda can walked into the store, and she climbed to the roof of the gasoline pump overhang, crouching in the shadows. The wind blew, and her robes rustled as she beheld the city.
The smell of grease and fat overwhelmed her nose, and she had to adjust to breathing the thick air filled with smog and grease.
Lady Duxelle stared with d
