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Yes, we are, Shel. I read about this. I think. We got backwards in time by leapfrogging through other angels Announcers, so maybe we have to get home that way, too. Well, what are you waiting for?
Open another one! Its not like that. Miles jerked his baseball cap lower over his eyes.
Shelby could barely see his face. I think we have to find one of the angels, and just sort of borrow another shadow You make it sound like borrowing a sleeping bag for a camping trip. If we find a shadow that casts across the century where we actually exist, we can make it home. How do we do that? Miles shook his head. I thought Id done it when we were with Daniel in Jerusalem.
Shelby crossed her arms over her chest and shivered in the wind. Just do something! I cant justespecially not with you screaming at me Miles! Shelbys body seized up. What was that rumbling sound behind them? Something was coming up the road. A horse-drawn cart creaked toward them.
The clop of horses hooves was growing louder. In a second,. Shelby screamed. The silhouette of a stout man holding the reins of two brown-and-white-spotted horses rose into view on the sloping road. Shelby grabbed Miles by his collar. Hed been fussing nervously with his hat, and as she yanked him behind the wide trunk of an oak tree, the bright blue cap flew off his head.
Shelby watched the capthe cap that had been part of Miless daily wardrobe for yearssail through the air like a blue jay. Then it plummeted downward, into a wide pale-brown puddle of mud in the road. My hat, Miles whispered. They were huddled very close together, their backs against the rough bark of the oak.
Shelby glanced over at him and was amazed to see his face in its entirety. His eyes seemed magnified. His hair messy. He looked. Miles tugged on his hat-hair, self-conscious. Shelby cleared her throat and her thoughts. Well get it as soon as the cart goes by. Just stay out of sight until this dude is out of the way. She could feel Miless warm breath on her neck and the jut of his hipbone pushing against her side. How was Miles so skinny?
The guy ate like a horse, but he was all meat and no potatoes. At least, that was what Shelbys. Miles fidgeted, straining to see his cap.
Stay still, Shelby said. This guy could be some sort of barbarian. Miles held up a finger and tilted his head. Hes singing. A patch of snow crunched under Shelbys feet as she craned her neck around the tree to watch the cart approach.
The driver was a ruddy-cheeked man with a dirty shirt collar, daggy trousers that were obviously handmade, and a colossal fur vest he wore cinched at the waist with a leather belt. His small blue felt cap looked like a ridiculous little polka dot in the center of his broad, bald forehead. His song had the jolly, raucous ring of a pub tune and boy, was he belting it out.
The clopping of his horses hooves sounded almost like a drumming accompaniment to his loud, brassy voice: Riding to town t fetch a maid, a busty maid, a lusty maid. Riding to town to take a bride, in eventide, a Valentine! Shelby rolled her eyes.
But at least she recognized the mans accent, a clue. So, I guess were in jolly old England. And I guess its Valentines Day, Miles said. Twenty-four hours of feeling especially single and pathetic. Shed done jazz hands on that last bit for effect, but Miles was too busy watching the crude board cart drive by to notice.
The horses were tacked in unmatched blue and white bridles and harnesses. Their ribs were showing. The man rode alone, sitting atop a rotting wooden bench at the head of the cart, which was about the size of a truck bed and covered with a sturdy white tarp.
Shelby couldnt see what the man was hauling to town, but whatever it was, it was heavy. The horses were sweating despite the frigid weather, and the planks of wood at the carts base strained and shuddered as it drove toward the walled city. We should follow him, Miles said. What for? Shelbys mouth twitched.
Want to fetch yourself a busty, lusty maid? Id like to fetch someone we know, whose Announcer we can use to get us home.
Your lip balm? He parted her lips with his thumb. His touch left Shelby momentarily speechless. Well have a better shot coming across one of the angels in town. The carts wheels groaned in and out of ruts in the muddy road, rocking the driver from side to side. Soon he was close enough that Shelby could see the coarseness of his beard, which was as thick and black as his bearskin.
His pitch faltered on the extended last syllable of Valentine, and he took a great gulp of air before beginning again. Then his song broke off abruptly.
Shelby could see that his hands were chapped and red from the cold as they tugged roughly on the horses reins to slow them. The rail-thin animals neighed, coming to a stop just short of Miless bright blue baseball cap.
No, no, no, Shelby muttered under her breath. Miless face had gone pale. The man shimmied fatly off the bench, his boots landing in the thick mud. He walked toward Miless hat, bent down with another grunt, and swooped it up in the blink of an eye. Shelby heard Miles swallow hard. A quick swipe against the mans already filthy trousers and the cap was halfway clean.
Without a word, he turned and mounted the carts bench again, tucking the hat inside the tarp behind him. Shelby looked down at herself and her green hoodie.
She tried to imagine this mans reaction if she were to pop out from behind a tree wearing weird clothes from the future and try to take back his prize. It was not a calming idea. In the time it had taken Shelby to chicken out, the man had tugged on the reins; the cart started rolling to town again, and his song entered its twelfth off-key. Another thing Shelby had screwed up. Oh, Miles. Im sorry. Now we definitely have to follow him, Miles said, a little desperate. Shelby asked. Its just a hat.
But then she looked at Miles. She still wasnt used to seeing his face. The cheeks Shelby used to think of as babyish seemed stronger, more angular, and his irises were speckled with a new intensity. She could tell by his crestfallen expression that it definitely wasnt just a hat to him.
Whether it held special memories or was simply a good-luck talisman, she didnt know. But she would do anything to get that look off his face. Okay, she blurted out.
Lets go get it. Before Shelby knew what was happening, Miles had slipped his hand through hers. It felt strong and assured and a little impulsiveand then he tugged her toward the road. Come on! She resisted for an instant, but then her eyes accidentally locked with Miless, and they were super-crazy blue, and Shelby felt a wave of exhilaration kick in.
Then they were running down a snow-dotted medieval road, moving past crop fields that were dead for the winter, covered in a sleek sheet of white that draped the trees and spotted the dirt road.
They were heading toward a walled city with towering black spires and a. Hand in hand, pink-cheeked, chapped-lipped, laughing for no reason Shelby could ever have put into wordslaughing so hard she nearly forgot what they were about to do. But then, when Miles called out, Jump! For a moment, it almost felt like she was flying. A knotty log formed the back ledge of the cart, barely wide enough to balance on.
Their feet skimmed it, landing there by sheer, graceless luck For a moment. Then the cart hit a rut and rattled fiercely, and Miless foot slipped and Shelby lost her grip on the canvas tarp. Her fingers slipped and her body flailed and she and Miles were flung backward, sailing downward, into the mud. Shelby grunted. Her rib cage throbbed. Fate My Blood Approves, 2. Lady Midnight. Dragon's Oath. Beautiful Chaos. Kami Garcia. Blue Moon. Andrea Cremer. Chelsea Fine. Awake at Dawn.
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