*Belasarius*

Three weeks had passed since we fled from Cornelius’ village. Three weeks of barely making it past patrols, scrounging whatever we could get our hands on, and a lot of me and Allesandra hiding in the now covered wagon as Gravestone took us through every back road and off-beaten path that he knew about to make the journey across the country as safe as possible.

However, safe also meant slow as sin, what would have been a three day journey without stops turned into ...