51 Shauna
As the sun rises in the sky, our wagon casts a shadow across the plain and the horses’ hooves fly. We sit in a tense silence watching and waiting for them to come out, for the moment when we will have to fight again.
“Manon,” Philippe says firmly, “we can’t just drive right across the plain. We’re too exposed. We won’t make it if we do that. I need a direction.”
The elf looks around. “I think there is a cave system near here.”
“Well, figure it out soon. I see them.”
Manon turns and squints into the sunlight. “I uh, okay, so how many more are there?” she asks.
I squint into the light too, feeling the cart pick up speed again as Philippe pushes the horses even faster.
“I think it should be to the west,” Manon says, jumping to that side of the cart and scanning the tree lin
