Robbing Centaurs and Other Bad Ideas by Bethany Meyer

Author:Bethany Meyer [Meyer, Bethany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bethany Meyer
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter eleven

Not a Twig

Wick was drowning.

He didn't know how, but he was drowning.

How was he drowning? There hadn't been any streams or ponds or anything of the sort below the window. There hadn't been any water in sight. What was happening? In his desperation, he couldn't think.

At last, his head broke the surface, and Wick flailed at the water in confusion for a moment before he realized something else was wrong.

It was dark. Dark as midnight without the moon. He couldn't find any light at all.

Wick kept thrashing, trying to keep his head above water. He couldn't feel the bottom. He couldn't see the shore. He couldn't feel a current and yet he smelled river water.

This didn't make any sense. There had to be a current of some kind, didn't there? He could barely feel waves.

Something moved in the water next to him, and Wick jolted. He beat at the water, kicking harder to get away from whatever behemoth was with him in the water.

A good-natured whinny came from the behemoth, and then the sound of hooves hitting something solid. A horse?

And suddenly everything fell into place.

“Sasha?” Wick spluttered in confusion.

The horse whinnied again, confirming all of Wick's worst suspicions.

Archer kept Sasha in the bag. Archer kept a river in the bag.

Wick had fallen in the unfillable bag.

But could he get out? Sasha had climbed up on something to get out of the water. Wick felt for it. After groping a moment, his fingers met a wet, rough surface: a boulder, jutting half out of the water. So that was how Sasha had survived in the water this long.

Wick clung to the rock with one hand. With the other hand, he reached up into the darkness above his head. Only a foot or so up, his hand hit something thick and firm that gave under his hand. Hoping it was the flap of the bag, he pushed. The leather ceiling moved just enough to let in a small beam of light that bounced across the water. In the flash of light, Wick saw a honey blonde horse peering down at him from the boulder.

“We'll have to get you out of here soon and dry you off,” he told Sasha, and, grabbing onto the edge of the bag's opening, pulled himself out.

He almost didn't make it out. The opening was much smaller than he thought, almost too small for him to squeeze through. He nearly got stuck. But eventually, he got high enough to balance on straight arms, and it was easy to pull his legs out of the opening.

He fell onto the sharp branches of a cluster of bushes. It took him a moment to get his bearings. Looking up, Wick realized he was under the same window he had fallen out of. He glanced back at the bag, and everything fell into place. The bag must have been under him as he fell. Since it had become nearly invisible once it landed in the bushes, he had made it out of the manghar palace without being found.

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