Chapter 3: The escape

Adam decided that he had to do something. He quickly launched himself from his hiding place and tackled Emma to the ground. He got up and dragged the now unconscious Emma down to a ditch.

Adam lay as close to the ground as was possible. Breathing deeply, but quietly, from the adrenaline that was now cursing through his body.

The guards didn't stay long at the camp. They simply went through the things that the men had left behind, taking what they wanted, and checked the surrounding bushes, never coming close to Emma and Adam. Then they surprisingly left, but it was obvious what they had been looking for.

Adam cautiously stood up making sure that they all had left and that it wasn't a trap to recapture them. Then he effortlessly lifted Emma from their hiding spot and carried her to the fire, gently laying her next to it. He squinted and looked through the trees, "Othello!" he yelled, "Bassanio! They are gone, lets gather our things and leave before they come back." His voice seemingly bounced off the trees with no one receiving its calls until Both Bassanio and Othello came into the light of the fire.

"What did they take? Nothing important I hope." Bassanio said looking at the pathetic heap of rubbish that was once their belongings.

Othello was lugging a large bag from behind some bushes not far from the site, "We should leave, and it is obvious that they were trying to get us all."

Emma sat up with a start, then groaned and fell back down in pain only to blackout again. Everyone looked at her for a second but shrugged and went back to gathering their belongings.

"Miss?" Adam was saying leaning over Emma, "Miss? How are you feeling?" Emma sat up and blocked out the sun from her eyes with her hand. She squinted and looked around, "Were I?" she said.

"You are on your way to London, don't you remember?"

"No, not really," she thought for a second, "Wait, why am I not home yet?"

"No one knows were your home is, and until you get your memory back you're going to have to stay with us."

"What do you mean 'until I get my memory back?'" she said sitting up in pain.

"Well, you don't know were you live, I just assumed that you lost your-" Adam was cut off by Bassanio and Othello walking up, loudly joking with a dead 'thing' in their hands.

Adam helped Emma up, who was still in a lot of pain from Adam's tackle last night, even though she didn't remember much of what happened. At the site of what Othello called 'breakfast' she nearly barfed. "How could someone eat something so nasty?" she said looking at the dead 'thing' in disgust. But once it was prepared and everything it really wasn't THAT bad!

Breakfast went by basically uneventful, except for a few jokes Emma didn't get and talk of their plans when they get to London, nothing happened at all. It wasn't until after breakfast, when they were loading up the horses that they had acquired from somewhere that Emma spoke.

"Are we going to have to ride those?" she asked nervously looking at the smallest horse whose back was still over her head.

Bassanio spoke from the other side of the horse, "Yes, unless you fell like running behind us!" Everyone burst out in laughter.

"I've never ridden a horse before…" Emma said now really worried, she couldn't run fast either. Everyone stopped and stared at her, truth was they had never seen anyone who hadn't ridden a horse before. They all stared until Adam broke the silence, "She can ride with me, my horse has less stuff to carry anyways and it'll just be easier."

Bassanio ignored Adam's comment, "What do you mean you've never ridden a horse before, I just assumed that you were a gypsy, don't all gypsies ride horses?"

Emma rolled her eyes, "I'm not a gypsy, and no I don't think all gypsies ride horses anyways! I'll ride with Adam unless any of you have a better solution." No one did so Emma pulled her self in front of Adam on the horse and they left for London.