Why was I always running? Part of the job description, I supposed. This time I wasn't allowed to double back and kill my pursuers, more's the pity. I'd made that foolish promise to William; strange, since he, himself, was not a citizen. He was born of a tribe of horsemen, a wanderer, not one to stay in town for long. But somehow Roy had inspired his respect, and caused him to threaten me if I so much as harmed a single citizen of Brackish Bay. Ridiculous rules. I tossed my head and leapt around a fallen tree, ducked under branches, and zigzagged around an animal den. My toe caught on an unseen rock, but I recovered my balance and kept going. I could hear them behind me, crashing about. They were fast, I'd give them that, so even if I heard them coming, it didn't do much good if I couldn't outrun them.Fortuna, I do understand that I'm stupid sometimes. I didn't glance up this time. Our lady of fortune didn't reside any particular place; she just meddled with our lives on her whims. Cruel and capricious, she could see me caught, beaten, and sold into slavery one day, but then rescued, protected, and doctor-provided for another.
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