"The thing probably costs more than a horse." Fidelity nodded. "It does. It's a big machine." Cade pulled out his empty pockets. "If you haven't noticed, we're broke. I haven't got a copper to my name, and neither have you." They were walking down a dirt road, aspen trees rustling at their sides. While Fidelity had allowed herself to wear finer clothes in her library, out here in the open, she wore a burlap tunic and a rope for a belt—the humble garb all commoners wore. If she wanted to blend in, nothing would serve better. She hid her spectacles in her pocket, and she had undone her braid and let her hair hang freely. She hoped that she now looked like yet another commoner, not a librarian on the run. As for Cade, he had begun to grow a beard in hope of better disguising himself, though the scruff looked woefully sparse. If anyone's looking for people of our description, Fidelity thought, hopefully we look different—and normal—enough. She hefted the pack that hung across her back.
