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We went on as eleven toward Valley Forge. Horace’s advance guard had separated from us and gone ahead after we’d traveled thirty miles from the citadel, once they were certain we weren’t being tracked. I guessed that Angus was busy putting out the fire, and I allowed myself to hope—crazy as I am—that I might’ve shamed him into joining forces with us.
If I’m not saying a lot about how hard the journey was, how we managed to sleep at all when we weren’t taken in for the night, how we kept ourselves from smelling as bad as that prison room at the citadel, and how we kept enough fuel in our bodies to walk those hills in ice, mud, and bad shoes, it’s because you already know from Gehenna. It was hard.
But the thing is, you don’t feel the hardness of it as long as nothing stops you from m
