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The Clay Amulet, Chapter 2

Beginning

“Wake up.”

I grumbled incoherently, and tried to swat away the hand that was shaking me awake. My head felt like someone was trying to mine a tunnel through my gray matter, and the shaking was only making it worse.

“Wake up! We have to get on the move. We need to make the most of our head start.” the annoying voice said, “If you don’t get up, I’ll be forced to leave you behind. And I won’t pay you.”

Well, that got me up.

I slid out of my makeshift blanket-bed, and took in the scene around me. We were camped a little ways under an outcropping, on the edge of a wide meadow. Our horses were tied to a small sapling, off to the side, and my employer was hastily preparing them to go.

“Eat something and sober up. We’ve got to move as soon as we can.” She paused. “You aren’t a vegetarian, are you?”

I noticed, now, that there was some sort of meat on a skewer being blackened over the fire. It smelled delicious. At that moment, my stomach very loudly reminded me that I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch the previous day. I picked up the skewer and took a bite.

The meat was hot and so tender that it practically melted in my mouth. The outside was slightly crunchy, and the meat smoky and unexpectedly sweet. I swallowed and proceeded to wolf the rest of it down.

“That was quick.” she commented, as I finished the meat.

“I’m hungry.” I mumbled, while carefully picking the remaining scraps off the bones.

“I suppose rat meat cooks well then.”

I froze, the realization hitting me like a hammer.

“That was a joke,” she said, seeing my expression. “It’s rabbit.”

“It wasn’t very funny.”

She sighed. “Okay, maybe it wasn’t, but can you get on your horse now? We have to go.”

I looked at my horse balefully. It was a large, brown animal, and, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember how I had gotten on the previous night.

My employer seemed to understand this, and said, “Hitch up your skirt, find a rock, and ride side-saddle if you have to, but just get on the horse. It doesn’t bite.”

I bit back a comment that it was a robe not a skirt, and attempted to mount the beast.

The first time, I managed, somehow, to overshoot, and landed on the opposite side of the Horse. The second time, miraculously, worked. After some initial awkwardness with my robe, I decided to take her advice and ride side-saddle. Which was awkward, but not as much otherwise.

And we were off.

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