dark gold skin and shaggy black hair. The other, most definitely female, with a pale oval face. Hair the color of a copper coin peeked out from under her cap. Like Elsabeth’s hair.
Exactly like Elsabeth’s. The tutor. “You do more than teach children,” he observed.
“My job description is expanding daily.” A key in her hand caught the light as she reached for the door.
“It’s open.” He walked forward and pushed on it. The two Kurel gaped at him, and he held out an open hand with the key resting on his palm. “Uhrth helps those who help themselves.”
A small nod from Elsabeth, the tiniest glint of admiration. “We’re going out through the spillway pipes,” she said. “No guard will think we’re that suicidal, to use what drains into the moat, and the tassagators. We’ll end up at the loading docks. There we’ll board a covered wagon. You’ll hide in back. Now, come. Hurry.”
They set off running. Running for his life—with two Kurel running for theirs as well. For his sake.
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