From: richk@tekeda.PEN.TEK.COM (Richard C Kurschner) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [L&S] Run-away 2 Message-ID: <9869@tekig7.PEN.TEK.COM> Date: 7 May 93 19:35:27 GMT "Which dog did you trail her with?" the Captain asked while putting on his night cloak. "Bonarth. Here Lestack, here's Bonarth's blanket." Kell'an shoved the blanket in front of the dog's nose to familiarize him with the sent. "The wolf?" "Yeah. Track, Lestack, Track! Don't worry, he won't hurt her, but he will keep up with her better than any of the hounds." Lestack was now running back and forth, sniffing at the road, searching for his kennel-mate's sent. "What direction did she head?" "Towards the Keep. Come on, boy, find the scent, you know Bonarth. She was running fast." "What was she wearing?" "Raylard said just normal clothes. Not good for this late at night." The dog suddenly bolted in the direction of Glorshanned Keep. "He's found it! Let's go!" The Captain and the woman set off at a quick but maintainable pace behind their hound. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She slowed some. No one could keep up that pace for very long. Dogs barked at her in challenge as she raced past the buildings and courtyards they guarded. They barked again in greeting as Bonarth trailed behind her, always there, slowly catching up. She never heard the dogs, never saw the wolf as she made her dash for freedom. Her heart was pounding. Her blood was roaring in her ears. Her breathing was ragged. She noticed these things no more than she did the dogs she past. She had to get away. She kept running. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What's that?" The city guard point out someone running in the distance. "Looks like a little girl. Probably caught pinching someone's purse, nothing important." "Yeah, but she's running fast, and away from the palace. You suppose she's stolen something important? Or escaped?" "Hmm... right, we'd better check it out." The guards ran towards her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Up ahead! People? "Halt!" came a cry. Guards! She didn't understand how they could have gotten ahead of her so soon. So fast. She knew what would happen if they caught her. She'd be locked up. And sold. She couldn't let that happen again. Never again. They'd punish her. They'd hurt her. She had to get away. She veered South, off the main road, into the winding streets of Generica's Northwest residential districts. The tricks that she had learned during the first few weeks of living on the streets came back to her. How to survive. How to lose someone. How to get away. She must lose them. She must get away. She cut between buildings and down alleys. She hopped over hedges, and cut through courtyards. Running from shadow to shadow. Always changing directions. Looking to put as many corners between her and her pursuers. She kept running.