Meredith's Dagger

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A hunched, black-cloaked figure huddled against the doorway, unseen by the men passing by on great horses, hooves kicking up the sod. At the front of the throng rode Lord Black, surveying the land in a sweeping motion. From behind the cloak, Meredith watched frantically, the pain of the cold, wet morning soaring through her body. She had remained still for many hours now. How was it so difficult to last a few minutes longer? Suppressing a violent shiver, she pulled the cloak closer and crouched low. They were almost out of sight.