"Wake up. Bela, wake up! Hurry!"
"Why? What's wrong?" My eyes were stiff with sleepiness as I grumbled. Warmth and quiet begged me to stay.
"It's come, that's what. They're going by hundreds into the city with torches and weapons. Your father hasn't been able to stop them."
"What?" My lips parted in shock and I opened my eyes. sliding out of bed hurriedly. "What will they do?"
"There's several men who mean to murderer our king. Perhaps they've a right to." My mother paused, her head bent over my father's cloak. She rubbed her thumb across its woolen surface, fingering the garment lovingly. There were tears in her eyes.
"Where is he, Mama?" I asked, fear pulling my heart into a faster rhythm. She set her jaw grimly.
"He went out to try to stop them."
I could hear voices as rumbling in the distance. Out my window I saw lights bobbing up and down on the hill.
"How could you let him do that?" I cried, racing to the window. She was right. There were hundreds of black shadows heading for the city gates, torches and knives in their hands."They'll kill him too if he gets in the way!" I shouted at her, anger tearing away inside me.
"What could I do? I couldn't stop him." She shook her head.
"You should have." I pulled on my cloak and started for the door.
"Bela!"
"I'm going to find him," I said, stepping out into the snow.
My mother hadn't followed me.
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