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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The weather was nice enough for a Scottish morning. There was a heavy scent of perfume in the air. Flowers blooming around the house and the wind would catch their scent as the little boy waited for Maeve to exit the carriage. 

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] Today we go, today we go, through the wall today we go. Up and down and  around and around, today we go. And u it goes, a trunk to the cart. It was all there was, all he had, had. Bad, mad. Not mad, glad. Glad to travel, travel with little, he was little, dieter was little. His ferret not his brother. His brother was big, or was he now? Worm ate, small ate, small make big things smaller. Years go by, by and by, bye bye. 

	To Gretna Green, green green, lovely green, over the hills and through the woods, to the Green they would go. Go and go, stop and go, that's what makes the world go round. A circus a circus, I love a circus but no circus, boxes and bag and carts and hearts. Large hearts with love. The circus was ready to leave and Ludwig knew the way, he knew the way, it was up, not down, never go town, it just turns you around. 

	[color=fdc68a]"Go, to the top of the wall and we will dash away, dash away, dash away all!"[/color] Ludwig said as his legs moved to and fro hanging of the edge of the cart. Bouncing and ready to move. They would move now, he pointed the way, that way. North towards the wall. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i][url=https://rsc.byu.edu/sites/default/files/images/Fig_11.jpg]Preston[/url]:[/i][/b][/color] They city is moving quickly, it seems more and more are talking about going north, trying to out run the attacks. Others are determined to get home and go about their business, saying it will pass. In the docks there are many ships. Most of them are merchant vessels, there is one that is of the Kings Royal Navy. There are smaller ships as well, many charging far more than is normal to take people to other ports. Many of them are nothing more old fishing boats but people will do what they can for a silver.

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Nottingham:[/i][/b][/color] Veta nodded slightly and checked out the window. They had been there over an hour since she laid down. [color=a187be]"Then ve vill viat, vould not do vell to interrupt her. I vill go check on Myska and your horse, make sure ve are ready to go vhen she vakes,"[/color] Veta said in a soft voice as to not disturb Virginia. Stepping out of the room quietly she shut the door behind her and made her way out of the inn and towards the stables. Time was growing short.