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Quincy

“MMMMM?” said Samantha.

“Yeah,” said Quincy. “I’d quiet down, we’re still being chased.”

“mmmm!” said Samantha.

“Yeah,” said Quincy.

And he hit a wagon with a chest and he opened the chest and the chest had a small ladder. And he dropped her in, and John opened the bottom. She fell, then floated back up, then floated down, resting at an equilibrium halfway out.

And John pulled Samantha out, and he, you, I, Quincy, climbed behind her, and they were on a wagon.

Anisa was still out of it.

“Drive, now,” said John, and Concord directed the horses to begin moving.

“I do not understand the situation,” said Concord.

“We stopped Samantha’s execution,” said John. “Look Anisa, Samantha’s alive.” She still didn’t react.

John shut the chest and latched it.

“MMMMM?” said Samantha.

John took off her gag.

“Get Vincent,” said Samantha. “Agarma said he’d execute him, too, he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Myopic hemophile!” said Agarma, banging on the lid. “You think I can’t walk in a straight line?”