A royal-issue bolt identical to the one now embedded in the ice of the fountain. The bolt falls with me, spinning end over end. How did I ever think I could pull this off?Ī bolt flies past my neck, and as I fall off the edge of the building, a tiny section of my braid puffs into the air, each dark strand of hair falling around me as time slows down. It’s only as I pick up speed, careering toward the edge, that I think what a horribly bad idea this was. I step forward and crouch into a full slide down the sloping roof of the bakery. My whole body tenses as I scan around me-the advancing guards, the drop to the cold, hard ground behind me. Another guard appears behind the first, and then I see the line of them, all following, all armed with swords, crossbows, or ceremonial daggers that are more than just decorative. A panicked noise comes out of me before I can stop it.Ī member of the Guard shouts behind me. In desperation, I lie full-length on my stomach, bitter cold seeping through into my body, and reach as far as I can. I stretch farther around the gutter, moving my hands fast over the whole area. My hands fumble for the ladder propped against the side of the bakery-my route to the street.
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