FIFTEEN
"Run!" Melitta screamed.
George's feet weren't stupid – they obeyed. His head took a moment to catch up, by which time he'd drawn level with Melitta. "We should get our things, and our horses," he gasped out.
She shook her head. "They wanted to lynch us. My horse and a few clothes aren't worth dying for."
George opened his mouth to ask how she knew that. They'd seemed like reasonable townspeople. Surely, he could talk them around to giving them at least some of the reward they'd promised...
"No. That baker is the most influential man in the village, the one putting up most of the reward, and he wanted us quartered. He'd seen it done once to a traitor when he was a boy, and he longed to see it done again. His memories are quite gruesome, and his imagination...even more so. Es
