Just as he selected a section of goose for her, there was a noise outside. Aritka had not yet identified it but the black rider shot up out of his chair excitedly.
“They got here early,” muttered Gangar, collecting two of the trenchers and stashing them away.
Geneeva hobbled to the window. “Indeed, it’s Jakgrar!” she hissed. “Hadrian, take the girl.”
Aritka had never heard the word ‘Jakgrar’. She could not know what it was, but she well understood the reaction. She snatched up the sleeping child just as the black rider grabbed her arm. He led her to the back of the room where Gangar was sliding a section out of the shelves that lined the wall. The black rider pulled a door out and thrust Aritka into the space beyond. With a glance over his shoulder at Geneeva standing at the front window, he slid into the cramped space beside the girl and jammed the door shut behind him. From inside, they could hear the shelf being slid back into place. A pleasant but strong odor filed the air.
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