The next morning I felt like I only had had a few minutes of sleep. Bugle calls woke me up. The noise seemed to come from the center of Gulltown. An execution, is that what they gathered us for? Most of the calls were for executions of 'one of my fathers' lately. But at this time of the day? Then I remembered. The knights are leaving for the Eyrie this morning. I did not bother going to the square to wave them goodbye and wish them good luck. I decided there would not be a goodbye, not today. I got out of bed and immediately felt cold when my naked body was not covered by thick blankets anymore. Slowly, and despite of the cold still half asleep, I walked towards a chest where I kept my clothes. I did not really own any dresses that were made to wear during traveling. I had not really traveled before at all. What I did know was that traveling could be tiring and that nights could be cold. There must be some inns along the way but surely they were not located on every mountain.

I chose the most comfortable dress I had. Not that I owned many. It was dark green of color, with a gold-green patterned corset. I really liked the dress and hoped it would not get too dirty along the way. I also hung a hooded woolen cloak around my shoulders to keep myself warm. After I got dressed I filled a leather bag with all sorts of things I found in the kitchen that were eatable. I even found a bucket with old water in the solar. I didn't like the taste of old water but if I wanted it fresh I had to get water from the well at the square. I did not want to go there right now, since it probably was very crowded there, so I used the old water and poured it in a jar to take it with me. The last thing I packed was the cooking book, I could not leave it behind. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it was the last thing Kith touched. I wanted to keep it.

I had trouble removing the kitchen table away from the door. How did I block the thing so easily last night? At least nobody got in. I cared for the little house, I had lived there for so long and when I finally made it outside it felt like I would never step a foot inside ever again. I still cared for the place, so I locked the door. All my memories are in there, and I do not want them to get out there and haunt my thoughts, I told myself. It sounded like a stupid saying but it made me smile. "Goodbye," I whispered, when I turned around and started walking towards the stables.

For the first time in my live I was going to steel something. When I was younger, about the age of ten I guess, I had a friend who told me he had stolen things before. I do not remember his name, but I remembered his stories. He told me that the first time you are about to steel something you get super nervous, but that feeling disappeared when you steel more often without getting caught. Which was the most dangerous thing that could happen to thieves, because it made them less cautious. And that eventually resulted in them getting caught. Well it was my first time but I was not nervous at all, so I was a little disappointed that his story was not true. Or that he just had not been that much of a baddie after all.

When I got to the stables there was no one to be seen. I had not seen as many people on the streets as usual either. Did people actually went to the square? It must be a habit for them then, it is stupid how submissive people can be. Did they forget that they were in rebellion when something interesting happened? I could hardly believe it myself, so I tried to be as quiet as possible. The straw crackled under my feet, and the horses were not so quiet themselves. They seemed restless. It is said that animals feel things before humans do, and I believed the stories. I wanted to get out of the stables as fast as possible. I picked the horse that looked the calmest. Not that there were many horses to pick from. I bet the knights got here before me and got the best ones. The horse I picked had a beautiful auburn color. I just hoped it did not belong to a little kid, making him or her cry when they found out their horse was gone. It was not until I stood next to the big animal that I realized there were not any saddles. There were bridles made of robes but that was about it. I had ridden a horse without a saddle before, I could make it work, but it was not my first choice. There did not seem to be many choices at anything at all today, so I quickly got the horse out of the stables and climbed on his back. The auburn horse was a beautiful stallion, but he was a bit old and a bit slow. I must have really looked like I was steeling the poor thing. Me, in a hurry, trying to ride a slow old horse without a saddle. Luckily there still was no one around.