Chapter Three
With Myril’s amulet tucked under her tunic and the city streets behind her, Darna let out a deep breath. She’d been on alert constantly since Thorat had brought her the news, even when she was safe in Myril’s room. Outside of the city, she felt safer, so much so that she almost enjoyed the ride in the cart. Its bumping, unsteady progress kept her awake but only just barely. She felt jumbled up and put back together in haste after the days of hiding, like the lone pack of her own belongings somewhere in there among the sacks of tools and boxes of scrolls. The gates were behind her; she was exiled from the city for the half-year ahead, maybe longer. Well, at least she would be alive when Midwinter came and the gates opened to her again.
She’d seen the prince of Slaradun at a
