Chapter ONE - Weebly

himself hidden until he could see this man more clearly.
A well-dressed gentleman sitting in the carriage
leaned out over the door and stared hard at Ethan.
Ethan ignored him, keeping to the side of the vehicle
until at last he reached a narrow alley between a tavern
and a storefront. He ducked into the shadows, and
then, once the carriage had passed, peered back
toward where he had seen that blond hair.
It was still midafternoon and the streets were
crowded. The lanes stank of horse piss and flies buzzed
around piles of droppings. It took Ethan a moment to
spot the man again, but as soon as he did, he
recognized him. Yellow-hair. Sephira’s tough. The
bruises on Ethan’s face and body throbbed with
remembered pain.
Another carriage rumbled down the street,
harnesses creaking, the dry clop of unshod hooves
echoing off nearby buidlings, and as it rolled past Ethan
stepped out of the alley and walked with it, again taking
care to keep the carriage between himself and Yellowhair.
If he could keep out of sight long enough to reach
Leverett’s Lane, he could cut back to Water Street and