The shrill voices of a small platoon of villagers rose up like a raucous chorus, and the crowds of civilians menacingly brandished pitchforks and torches. Their screeching was the perfect background melody for my stamping feet as I bolted down the cobblestone street.
I gasped for breath as my boots clicked against the ground. My breath misted up through the cold air and past the snow as I ran on. I bit my lip, determined to keep going; if I were to be caught now, there would be no escape for me. I looked down to the delicate package in my arms and smiled down to it.
"Don't worry, girl, we're almost there," I murmured, pressing the sleeping infant to my chest and sprinting faster, despite the exhaustion gripping at my ankles.
I swept around a corner, my crimson cloak trailing behind me. A weak gasp escaped my lips and I froze on the spot, inches away from a brick wall. I gritted my teeth in frustration; with my luck, I had figu