explanation, which seemed to disappear into the abyss.
‘Go on, you were saying?’ Janna snapped.
‘Of course, where was I? Oh, yes – why do you think Sandra is top dog, and not dead, like the rest of the non-pure bloods? She shags around. Sleeping with the guards to curry favour. She’s a bit of a snitch as well, so be careful what you say to her in future.’ mouse replied. ‘One of the guards told her of one of the doctor’s conquests, and what happened to her after the hanging game. I can’t remember all the details, but I know it involved being outdoors, and that is it. And that she didn’t survive.’
‘Ok.’ was the only response for what mouse had told her. She didn’t know how to react; her reference to the outdoors could mean anything.
CHAPTER FIVE
‘S o, Miriam, why are you here?’ Sam couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. ‘What are you running from? I answered your question, now it’s your turn.’
Miriam took hold of his hand and gazed into his deep brown eyes.
‘We are all of non-pure blood: mostly Scottish mix, with the odd Welshman thrown in for good measure. I was a minister within the Parliament for many years before the witch hunts changed everything. All of us were, in some way, tied into the governmental machine.’ she replied. ‘If we were caught, things would’ve been dire for us—we know far too much to be kept alive.’
‘The boy’s parents were arrested for being political activists. I can’t imagine that they’ll last long in the camps.’ Sam said. ‘Neither of them is strong enough to survive.’
‘I’ve heard what goes on in the camps.’ she snapped. ‘I don’t want to be put in that position—none of us do. And that is how I want it kept.’
No more was said on the matter, and Sam stopped talking as well. He felt no need to outstay his welcome by agitating his hosts.
‘Let’s finish eating – time is getting on.’ Miriam shouted over the din. ‘We need to rest at some point.’
Sam, exhausted, couldn’t have agreed with her more. Oscar was already asleep, hardly nibbling on the food in front of him before dozing off. One and a half days of constant travelling had seen to that. Sam gathered himself up and picked Oscar up, carrying him over to a spare mattress that lay in the corner of what used to be the dining room. He put him down gently before taking his jacket and shoes off. Miriam walked towards them clutching a blanket.
‘Here, cover the boy with this.’ She handed him the blanket. ‘It can get very chilly in the evening.’
He took the blanket and gently placed it on top of Oscar.
Miriam placed her hand on his shoulder. ‘There are more blankets on the landing when you’re ready to bed down.’ Sam smiled at her as she walked away.
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Miriam watched as Oscar tossed and turned in his fitful unrest. She sat and wondered how someone so young had endured so much over his short life. She felt the urge to nurture him and keep him safe from harm.
‘You should stay here, with us.’ she blurted.
Sam just smiled in response, although it made perfect sense when he thought about it.
‘We will take you up on your offer, thank you,’ he said. ‘I’ll need to inform my sister of the situation.’
He pulled his mobile phone from his breast pocket. Miriam quickly relieved him of it.
‘No, I can’t allow you to use this.’ she snapped, pulling it apart in front of his eyes.
A look of disbelief spread across his face. ‘What the hell, Miriam – why did you do that?’
‘Do you know how many people have been caught as a result of GPS signals from phones?’ she said angrily. ‘Well, do you?’
He shook his head sheepishly then replied in an awkward manner. ‘I can’t say that I do, no.’
‘Too bloody many, young man.’ she scolded. ‘You need to start thinking like a fugitive now. Things like phones are no longer of use to you if you want to survive.’
An awful thought began to linger in the back of her mind.
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