The flashlight beam momentarily swung over to me, and I heard the clang of swords, the yell of men. I squinted in the direction of the light and saw Tristan. He was on foot and fighting four of the castle guards.
He had come back for me, just like I’d hoped.
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I hurried to find the next foothold. How far away was the ground? Eight feet? Ten? I shifted my weight downward, ignoring the pieces of bark that bit into my hands.
Below me, Tristan knocked the swords away from one guard and then another. Still he managed to hold the flashlight steady with one hand as he fought with the other. With a kick to the chest, he sent one guard flying into two others. In between all of this, he slowly made his way toward me.
“So,” he called over to me when he was close enough that he didn’t have to shout. “Any particular reason you’re hanging from the castle vines?”
“I’m escaping,” I told him. “What brings you here?”
“I’m rescuing you. Hold on a second.” He knocked the last guard’s sword to the ground. The man held up his arms in a manner of surrender, backing up slowly, then turned and ran into the darkness.
Tristan walked over to me and offered me his hand.
“You’re almost to the ground. Just a few more steps.” I took his hand and jumped down the rest of the way.
I wanted to hug him, but instead he pulled me along the grass. “We need to run to the wall.” But my feet stung from where the vines had cut into them and I couldn’t think of running barefoot across the grounds. I slipped my hand out of his, reached into my 411/431
pocket, and put one slipper on my foot. “Please tell me you still have the other one of these.” He took my other slipper from his pocket, then knelt down and placed it onto my foot. “I guess I’m your Prince Charming tonight.”
I smiled back at him. “Thank you.” He stood up and took hold of my hand again, already pulling me forward. “Now we’ve got to run.” We went across the grounds and Tristan turned off the light so that we’d be harder to spot if the guards were planning another offensive. I hoped Tristan’s senses were still working and he could see through the darkness, because I couldn’t. Everything was dark shapes. It was like running blind.
Tristan took me to one of the towers and we hurried up the stairs. When I started to slow, he tugged me along. “Come on, this is just like track practice. Pretend we’re running up the bleachers.” We reached the level of the wall, and I saw he had a rope hooked to the side.
I peered over the wall. It was a long way down. In the dark, I couldn’t see the ground at all.
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It was wonderful, really, how well school had prepared me for life as a medieval fugitive.
I went down the rope first, trying to ignore the fact that my hands were stiff from the cold, and it was hard to get a foothold in dancing slippers. Finally I reached the ground. In moments Tristan was beside me again, holding my hand and guiding me along the wall.
We came to where he’d tied a horse to a post beside the wall. Tristan untied the horse and helped me up, then mounted the horse himself. He turned on the flashlight then, trying to light the way for the horse as it walked toward the forest.
I tucked my arms around Tristan’s waist, but looked back at the castle. By the dim light of the torches on the wall, I could make out figures, people watching us.
“They can see us,” I told Tristan. “Shouldn’t you turn off the flashlight?”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter if they see us now. They won’t be able to surround us—and if they come after us, their horses won’t move any faster in the dark than ours. Besides, I think they’ve figured out that I’m invincible.” He put his hand over mine and gently squeezed my fingers. “You can stop worrying. You’re safe as long as you’re with me, and I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”
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I leaned against his back, just like I’d wanted to do on our first ride, but I couldn’t stop worrying. “Where are Jane and Hunter?”
“Safe,” he said.
I wanted to ask more, but Tristan was busy trying to hold the flashlight steady with one hand and guiding the horse with the other. I’m not sure how much having the flashlight actually helped. The horse seemed to be spooked by the beam and kept stopping and jerking his head as though trying to get away from it.
We probably could have walked through the forest just as quickly ourselves, but I was glad we didn’t have to. I was tired and the frigid night air pushed through my dress and swept across my face. I shut my eyes, enjoying the warmth of Tristan’s back.
I didn’t remember falling asleep, but suddenly Tristan was dismounting. “Let’s make camp here. We’re both tired and not making much progress. It’ll be easier in the daylight.”
“Here?” I asked, because it was nothing but dirt, trees, and bushes.
“I’ll start a fire.”
I wrapped my arms around my chest and didn’t get off the horse. “Won’t that give away our position?”
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only people who will know we’re here are those that are close by. And if any of them attack, I’ll be able to take care of them.”
I slid off the horse, still muddled with sleep, and helped him gather up twigs and branches. We also piled up handfuls of dry leaves. Finally, after a very long time of rubbing sticks together, he coaxed a small fire to life.
Then I sat on the ground, my hands wrapped around my knees, and wondered where we were heading. Not to the inn— the king’s guards would look for us there.
Tristan sat down close beside me and didn’t speak. I could tell from his posture that he was as tired as I was.
“Where are Hunter and Jane?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, which made me panic.
“You said they were safe. Where are they?” He looked at the fire, not me. I could see the flames reflected in his eyes. “I found them on the roadside.
Their horses had turned into mice, and the carriage into a turnip. They were trying to decide what to do. Hunter had been hit pretty hard. I guess he put up a fight back there at the castle. Jane was worried that he might have broken ribs.
“They told me what had happened to you, and I told them that I had the invincibility enchantment. I figured I’d go back, rescue you, and then meet up with them again.”
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He stopped talking for a moment and I had to prod him to continue. “And?”
“Then your fairy godmother came. All of a sudden she was there like some magical stewardess telling us she hoped we’d enjoyed our visit to the Middle Ages. She said the terms of my enchantment no longer applied and she’d take me back home with Jane and Hunter.” He glanced over at me. “Jane didn’t want to leave you, but Hunter wouldn’t go unless she did, and she thought he needed to see a doctor.”
“They left?” I asked. Part of me felt glad—they should have never come in the first place, and now it was even more dangerous for them to be here. Jane should be home, where it was safe. But another part of me was devastated. I’d never see her again.
I felt tears pressing against my eyes but didn’t want to wipe them away. That would just draw attention to them. I looked into the fire instead. “When is Chrissy coming back for you?”
“She isn’t.” He took hold of my chin and brought my face around to his. “I told her I wouldn’t go home without you.” His thumb caressed a line across my jaw.
“Savannah, you came back to the Middle Ages to help me. You gave up any chance to go home so I could escape from the guards. How could I leave you here alone?”