Blessed Guardian Hope, the woman who had tried to sell Goldie into slavery! The woman who, along with the Fugleman, had nearly destroyed Jewel. “But she’s dead!” said Bonnie. “She drowned six months ago, her and the Fugleman.” “Shhhhh! No one ever found their bodies.” “No, but—” “We have to get away from here,” said Goldie. “She’ll realize something’s wrong soon and come looking for us.” “Where can we go?” said Bonnie. Toadspit scowled. “Back to the sewers. I’m going to wring Pounce’s neck.” “We could still try the wharves,” said Goldie. “Maybe there really are ships leaving for Jewel. Maybe that bit was true.” “How will we know if they’re safe?” said Bonnie. Goldie and Toadspit looked at each other. “We won’t,” said Toadspit. “Not if Harrow’s really got people all over the place.” “We’ll have to go by land,” said Goldie. “It’ll take a lot longer—” “You want us to walk?” Bonnie’s voice rose in a squeal of disbelief.
