her head. “They gave you way too much beard. Yours is actually a bit shorter and gnarlier than that. Otherwise, though . . .”
“You continue to amuse,” Cal says. He looks inside the shop. The printer is still operating the press; he’s making more posters. Soon they’ll be hung all over town.
“Guess we won’t be staying,” Cal says, noticing a young mother and her two small children staring at them from across the lane.
This time, Cal and Shadow agree. The sooner they get out of Renovia, the better.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Shadow
ONCE WE’RE SAFELY OUTSIDE THE village limits, we decide we’ll make do with camping overnight in one of the nearby hill caves before tackling the last stretch into Montrice. The most direct route over the border, a narrow passage between two mountains, is visible in the distance.
“We’ll be too exposed in the gully. I think we should take the high pass,” Cal says.
“But the gully would be much faster,” I reply. “I thought that was what we wanted—to get off the road as quickly as possible?”
Cal exhales loudly.
I hear rustling nearby. I pull back and motion for Cal to move away from the clearing. We steer the horses off the trail behind a dense thicket. From there I’m able to see what caused the noise ahead of us.
About a dozen Aphrasian monks, wearing their telltale gray robes, are gathered around a clear blue spring, resting their horses. We almost wandered straight into them—and a fight.
These aren’t the same men who were attacked by the owls and the wolves, but perhaps they are from the same company.
Cal peers through the trees. “Do you recognize any of them?” I ask him. He shakes his head no. “Let me look,” I tell him. He has the best vantage point where he’s standing. He moves aside to let me get in next to him. Our faces press close together so we can both see at the same time. His beard is scratchy against my cheek.
At first I don’t know who any of the men are, either. None of them look familiar. An older gentleman with a haughty air is ordering them about.
“Wait here,” I tell Cal.
He grabs my arm to stop me. “What are you doing?”
I look down at his hand and he removes it. I make a point to smooth my sleeve where he grabbed it. He rolls his eyes at the gesture but I pretend not to notice. “I’m going to divert them. Then you will escape into the high pass. I’ll meet you there.”
“No.” Cal shakes his head. “No, you will not. I’ll figure out what to do.”
“Really? You agreed that we should go through the woods.”
“Just so you’d stop badgering me about it. And that nearly got us killed.”
My face immediately scrunches in disgust. “And you’ve never made a mistake before? I do happen to know a thing or two. I was also raised by the Guild.”
His gaze hardens on my own. “What exactly do you suggest?” Cal says. I know he’s humoring me, but I’ll take it.
“I’ll distract them. You go on to the high pass. I’ll find you there.”
Cal shakes his head again. “That’s the same plan! If they attack, you won’t be able to fend them off alone.”
He may be right. Then again, maybe not. In the short time since I left home I’ve discovered that I have far more strength and power than I ever knew. Plus I’m determined to prove him wrong. “Let me worry about that.”
“Impossible. You can’t fight that many men. Or outrun them. Even if you managed to get away, you’d lead them straight to us. I’ll check the other side and see if there’s another way around. Wait here.”
I look up into the trees that surround the spring. While Cal wastes time coming up with another plan, I decide to go ahead with my own.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Caledon
WHERE’S SHADOW?
Cal looks around but doesn’t see her anywhere. He almost yells out to her, but he stops himself; the monks might hear.
A chunk of leaves falls on his head