Clouds had rolled in over the hills and hung heavily above the city. She hurried toward the river, thankful that the dragoons were nowhere in sight. When she reached the Saint Vincent Bridge, she stopped for a moment. There was no rag cart on the other side. Perhaps Eriq had parked on a different street. She kept going, pausing again at the end of the bridge, unsure as to what to do next. Going to the print shop was not an option. Jules would stop her. Perhaps Eriq had not been able to find the ragman. Or perhaps the ragman didn’t want to loan him the cart, even though the Gillet family owned it. Surely Eriq would think to offer him a coin in exchange. The thunder of hooves drew her attention back to the bridge. Dragoons, the same ones as earlier, raced toward her. She ducked her head, hoping they would ignore her. They did not. The first one stopped. “Sister?” Perhaps he didn’t recognize her from before. “You should move along,” he said. “Get on home.” “Oui,” she answered, turning her head toward the water, hoping he would think she was a shy maid.
