CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
We slipped through the shadows of the tense capital and reached the eastern part a few hours short of midnight. Ben changed back to his normal appearance before we scurried across the open ground in which stood the corrals and stalls.
“You are late, my friend.”
For the second time that night, my heart skipped more than one beat as a short, chubby figure emerged from the shadows underneath the owner tents. The figure lit a small match and the soft flame revealed the worried face of Faris.
“We were delayed by some trouble, but is the wagon ready?” Ben asked him.
Faris jerked his head over his shoulder and we followed him to one of the arches that led out of the city. He stopped us ten yards short of the exit and I noticed a soldier posted on either side of the por
