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The cars behind her turned. They’d need to take quite a detour to get on the road.
She ran again, across the empty road, then down the ditch on its other side, almost twisting her ankle.
Not today.
She made it past the trees and the bushes to an almost ruined wall of the castle that had two round towers on each side. There was an arched gate in the middle, and through the courtyard was another small gate. If she could just get there, maybe she could hide in the bushes behind it. The river was on the other side of the far gate. Although it was very broad, maybe she could swim across it. She was a good swimmer…
She ran inside the square courtyard. On every corner was a round tower. A red-haired woman stood in the middle, and the scent of lavender and freshly cut grass hit Amber. The woman wore a long green cloak and a medieval-looking, dark-green dress.
“Here, lass.” The woman gestured towards the black entrance at one of the towers. “They’ll have a hard time finding ye here.”
Amber stopped and bent forward. She put her hands on her knees and panted. Her lungs ached and burned, and a piercing pain pulsated in her side.
“Who are you?” she said.
“I’m Sìneag. I ken ye’re in trouble. Trust me. Ye dinna have much time. They’re coming.”
Tires screeched against the asphalt. Voices.
“Arghhh!!” Amber cried. She must be insane to trust a complete stranger, but there was no way she’d make it to the river in time. They could easily catch up to her on the other side anyway. “Come on! Show me.”
Sìneag nodded and ran first, showing the way. They raced through a doorway and into the tomb-like darkness of the tower. Sìneag went quickly down the crumbling stairs into a complete blackness. Amber clutched at the wall, barely seeing anything. Rocks rolled from under her feet. Her shoes slipped, and she almost fell several times. Finally, she slid to a stop when the stairs reached the uneven ground. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw Sìneag standing there, waiting for her.
“Come, lass, a little farther,” she said.
A heavy feeling settled in Amber’s stomach. She felt like Little Red Riding Hood being called deeper into the woods by the wolf. She looked up. Somewhere up there, people were looking for her, people who wanted her to be punished for a crime she didn’t commit. She supposed going farther under a ruined castle to save herself didn’t sound like such a bad idea compared to being caught by them.
She kept following Sìneag, and it got darker and darker. The scent of wet stone, earth, and mold enveloped her. Water dripped from somewhere.
Sìneag took Amber by the hand. The woman’s palm was cool and soft.
“Come here. I ken this place. We’ll sit here and wait. Sooner or later, they’ll be gone. Then ye go out. Aye?”
She tugged Amber a few steps to her left and down. Amber put out her hand and found a cold, rough stone wall. She slid her hand down as she sat on the ground. Her breath rushed in and out quickly, and she made an effort to slow it down.
“How do you know this place?” Amber whispered.
“Ah, I ken it well. Have been here many times. There’s a rock that interests me in the foundation.”
Amber almost asked about the rock, but adrenalin was pumping through her blood. Any minute, they could find her. She listened for the sound of any steps or voices, but so far, everything was quiet.
“Why did you help me?” Amber asked softly. “How do you know I didn’t escape from prison or haven’t stolen something? Are you not worried about why the police are after me? Did you see in my eyes that I have a heart of gold or something?”
Sìneag laughed a little. “Aye. Something like that. I supposed ye canna tell me what ye’re really running from?”
Amber sighed. “It’s probably in your best interest not to know. You may be an accomplice by hiding a criminal.”
“Oh, aye?” Sìneag sounded strangely excited.
“I’m not. But the government and the army think I am.”
“Poor lass. I may have an escape for ye, somewhere yer government will never reach ye.”
Amber grimaced, and she was glad that Sìneag couldn’t see her. This was getting weird. Who was this woman, and why was she trying to save a complete stranger from the police?
“I’m sorry, Sìneag, I’m grateful you’re helping me now, but don’t worry about my future. I’ll find a way.”
Sìneag was quiet for a moment. “Ye will.”
