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Chapter 9 Hi Ho Hi Ho It's baaack home we go.
They had traveled over an hour when the trouble began. Marguerite constantly looked over her shoulder in the direction of the village. She was almost certain that she could see something creeping about in the shadows, just waiting for an opportunity to attack them. "If we turn back now, we can be home before Father knows we've gone," she whispered to Ned for the hundredth time.
Ned stopped dead in his tracks. "Mirra, I told you what Darrus and the strangers said. Nessos is not our father and the village is not our home," he explained for the hundredth time in an exasperated tone .
She met his gaze defiantly. "How do we know they're telling us the truth?"
"How do we know they're not?" he challenged. "You told me that your own memories are just as spotty as mine. If they're lying, then we will simply return to the village and we will know the truth." When she didn't answer, he studied her expression carefully. "You really *are* frightened, aren't you?"
Marguerite folded her arms across her chest. "I am not," she heatedly denied, then spoiled the effect by shuddering. "It's just...Father said we can't remember much because we were attacked out of the village boundary. And as I look back, I keep thinking I see things."
Ned rolled his eyes in aggravation, which made Marguerite dig her heels in. Both were tired and unwilling to give an inch. "You are tired, so you are being unreasonable-"
"Is that so?" Marguerite retorted. "So what I keep seeing-
"There is *nothing*-"
"Is there a problem?" Roxton interrupted as he brought up the rear. He looked at the two of them expectantly.
"No," they replied in unison, daring each other to disagree.
Roxton raised an eyebrow but didn't contradict them. "After you," he said, gesturing ahead with his rifle.
Veronica had to smother a giggle as her friends continued to attempt to stare each other down. "There's a clearing up ahead. We take rest there for a few minutes before we continue," she offered. The group muttered their acceptance and trudged on.
Once at the clearing, Ned and Marguerite sat together on a fallen log, slightly a part from the others. "We're doing the right thing, aren't we?" Marguerite asked quietly as she leaned against him.
"Of course we are," he said with more conviction than he felt. He tried to stifle a yawn and failed miserably. Marguerite patted his arm comfortingly.
"I'm tired too," she confided as she looked up at the full moon. "Do you have any idea how much farther we have to go?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "I suppose we coul-" He stopped in mid- sentence as something rustled in the bushes nearby. Leaping to his feet, he brandished his spear in the direction of the noise as the others came running.
To Be Continued.
Chapter 9 Hi Ho Hi Ho It's baaack home we go.
They had traveled over an hour when the trouble began. Marguerite constantly looked over her shoulder in the direction of the village. She was almost certain that she could see something creeping about in the shadows, just waiting for an opportunity to attack them. "If we turn back now, we can be home before Father knows we've gone," she whispered to Ned for the hundredth time.
Ned stopped dead in his tracks. "Mirra, I told you what Darrus and the strangers said. Nessos is not our father and the village is not our home," he explained for the hundredth time in an exasperated tone .
She met his gaze defiantly. "How do we know they're telling us the truth?"
"How do we know they're not?" he challenged. "You told me that your own memories are just as spotty as mine. If they're lying, then we will simply return to the village and we will know the truth." When she didn't answer, he studied her expression carefully. "You really *are* frightened, aren't you?"
Marguerite folded her arms across her chest. "I am not," she heatedly denied, then spoiled the effect by shuddering. "It's just...Father said we can't remember much because we were attacked out of the village boundary. And as I look back, I keep thinking I see things."
Ned rolled his eyes in aggravation, which made Marguerite dig her heels in. Both were tired and unwilling to give an inch. "You are tired, so you are being unreasonable-"
"Is that so?" Marguerite retorted. "So what I keep seeing-
"There is *nothing*-"
"Is there a problem?" Roxton interrupted as he brought up the rear. He looked at the two of them expectantly.
"No," they replied in unison, daring each other to disagree.
Roxton raised an eyebrow but didn't contradict them. "After you," he said, gesturing ahead with his rifle.
Veronica had to smother a giggle as her friends continued to attempt to stare each other down. "There's a clearing up ahead. We take rest there for a few minutes before we continue," she offered. The group muttered their acceptance and trudged on.
Once at the clearing, Ned and Marguerite sat together on a fallen log, slightly a part from the others. "We're doing the right thing, aren't we?" Marguerite asked quietly as she leaned against him.
"Of course we are," he said with more conviction than he felt. He tried to stifle a yawn and failed miserably. Marguerite patted his arm comfortingly.
"I'm tired too," she confided as she looked up at the full moon. "Do you have any idea how much farther we have to go?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "I suppose we coul-" He stopped in mid- sentence as something rustled in the bushes nearby. Leaping to his feet, he brandished his spear in the direction of the noise as the others came running.
To Be Continued.