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Chapter 50C: Falling


November 22, 2016 by Lyn Thorne-Alder

Sorry so late, guys!  Not sure what happened to brain

Enrie was skidding toward the open trap-door, flailing for purchase. A flash of movement caught her eye and a moment later, three hands caught her – wrist, shoulder, and ankle. Enrie was yanked to a stop a hands-width from the trapdoor.
Gianci patted her shoulder carefully and sat back, as if uncertain of his welcome.  Saydrie released her wrist at the same moment.  He was blushing hotly and wiped his hands on his pants.

Korten waited until he was sure she wasn’t moving anymore, and then released her ankle as the wagon leveled out.  “Careful, that.” He smirked at her. “Don’t want the goats to think you’re food.  I’d hear no end of it if I let you get nibbled on.”

“I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”  She scooted backwards until she could lean against the wall and hold on to a strap there; Gianci followed her and offered her his free hand.

Korten smirked at her.  “I’m sure you’re very concerned about my well-being.”

“I didn’t want to fall to my potential doom, either.”  Enrie smirked right back at him. She took Gianci’s hand before he could change his mind.  “But I wouldn’t want you to be disciplined for my foolishness.  And all of this is, in some way, my foolishness.”

Kekla looked up.  She looked pale and ill, with two hot pools of color on her cheekbones. She also looked determined.  “You’re doing something you believe in.  You have reasons for it, you have documents to back it up.  How is that foolish?”

“We lost them!” Taikie called, before Enrie could answer.  “The feed did half the work and the turn did the rest.  They’ll get themselves untangled in a few minutes, but that gives us enough time.  We can make it!”

Enrie felt a weight lift off her chest.  “It worked.”

“You have good plans.”  Korten bowed from a sitting position at her.

Enrie shook her head.  “This wasn’t so much a plan as it was a hope and, ah, an implementation of Taikie’s knowledge.”

“What else does a general or a captain do?”  Riensin smirked at her.  “You’d be a good pirate captain.”

“Thanks.” She smirked tiredly.  “I think I’d prefer something a little bit saner.”

“Like, for instance, Governor?”  Tesdes waggled his eyebrows at her.  He was looking nearly as green as Kekla, but he was grinning anyway.  “You might be able to do it.”

“I might still get tried for treason,” she pointed out quietly.  “This is going to make a mess of things.”

“Prison cell is a long way from Governor,” Tesdes agreed.  His smile was gone as quickly as it had come, and Enrie felt like a bit of an ass for chasing it away.  “Do you really think they will? Arrest us, try us for treason?”

“I don’t know.  The fact that Ilonilarrona  is an Associate Governor and she’s against this ever getting out — it worries me.  I don’t know what’s going to happen.”  She swallowed around a lump in her throat.  “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me when I talk to my cousin.  But I know we can’t just keep pretending everything’s okay.


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