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Nick lies back on the bed, laces his fingers behind his head as a makeshift pillow, and grins up at the ceiling.
"Everything's finally coming together," he tells the bird perched outside the window.
The Old Kingdom visa had arrived not long ago, thanks to good old Sam, and Uncle Edward had already pulled the strings Nick had needed for the permit to cross first the Perimeter and then the Wall. The second the visa had been secured, Nick had booked passage on the train from Awensgate. Three days from now, he'll be on his way. Or rather, they will.
It really had been a stroke of luck running into that fellow Hedge in Bain -- even though Hedge had been the one to literally stumble into him while crossing the street to avoid the One Country demonstration chaps. Still, Nick couldn't bring himself to mind, especially not after finding out that Hedge was a former Crossing Point Scout who knew all about the Old Kingdom and was willing to act as a guide.
Now if his bronchitis would just let up...
Suddenly, he can't lie still any longer, not with so much to think about and plan for. Nick leaps to his feet and heads for the door, intending to go down and see if he can scare up something to occupy himself with.
Where he ends up is somewhere else entirely.
"Everything's finally coming together," he tells the bird perched outside the window.
The Old Kingdom visa had arrived not long ago, thanks to good old Sam, and Uncle Edward had already pulled the strings Nick had needed for the permit to cross first the Perimeter and then the Wall. The second the visa had been secured, Nick had booked passage on the train from Awensgate. Three days from now, he'll be on his way. Or rather, they will.
It really had been a stroke of luck running into that fellow Hedge in Bain -- even though Hedge had been the one to literally stumble into him while crossing the street to avoid the One Country demonstration chaps. Still, Nick couldn't bring himself to mind, especially not after finding out that Hedge was a former Crossing Point Scout who knew all about the Old Kingdom and was willing to act as a guide.
Now if his bronchitis would just let up...
Suddenly, he can't lie still any longer, not with so much to think about and plan for. Nick leaps to his feet and heads for the door, intending to go down and see if he can scare up something to occupy himself with.
Where he ends up is somewhere else entirely.