Wednesday, September 13, 2006
New Beginning 112
A pair of hands on her shoulders, shaking her awake.
Struggling out of sleep, Grezilta rolled over and pushed back the covers. She slitted open her eyes. Elisabet’s face hovered in the darkness before her, pale and worried.
Grezilta sat up quickly. “What’s wrong?”
“They’re at the door,” she whispered.
In a moment Grezilta was up and at the dormitory window. Rain trickled down the glass in rivulets, lit gold from the lone street lamp below. If she stood on her tiptoes and turned her head at an awkward angle, she could just see the street below, where two men in dark uniforms were consulting a piece of paper together. Gendarmes, Corvain’s keepers of the peace.
“There’s no time to look,” Elisabet said. “You must get dressed. Hurry.” She pressed an armful of clothes on her.
"Dressed?" hissed Grezilta, shoving the clothes back at Elisabet. "What are you talking about? Those gendarmes have been in the field for six months!"
She darted to the window and lit the red lamp.
"We're going to make a fortune tonight!"
Opening: M.T. .....Continuation: acd.