Davie the Mage (Generations of Eredwynn Book 2) Read Free Page A

Are you using pressure points or something like that? And did you tell me your name?”
                  “I’m sorry, My Lady. I’m Davie and I am using something like pressure points.”
                  She giggled, “‘My Lady?’ You aren’t from around here, are you?”
                  “No, I’m not from around here, and I knew that my manners and speech might give me away if I talked to anyone for very long. I’d rather talk about you, anyway. Where do you live and may I walk you home?”
                  She looked sad and a bit embarrassed. “I don’t have a home. I was in foster care because my parents were killed in a car wreck and we didn’t have any other family. My foster father thought that if he just kept trying to climb into my bed, I’d get tired of telling him ‘no’. Finally, I got tired of him and ran away. My home is in this pack in the form of a tent now. I’m heading out of town through the woods. From the maps I looked at, I can make it all the way to Missouri without leaving the forest.”
                  “How will you eat and take care of yourself?”
                  “I guess I’ll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it. There’s rabbits and stuff. Maybe I could talk you into sharing the contents of that bag and that would make one meal before I left.”
                  I grinned. “I have some items in my pack, also, and would be happy to share with you. If you’d have me along I’d travel with you, because I enjoy your company. If I’m being too forward, please forgive me.”
                  She laughed, “Davie, you’ve got to be a dream. You saved me from a robber and now saved me from starvation. You’re a good-looking guy and are willing to travel to who knows where through the woods with me. You’re not going to get me out in the woods and try to take advantage of me, are you?”
                  I was shocked. “I would never lay an uninvited hand on you, Amber. You have my word. I know you don’t know me, and the people around here seem to be quite dishonest, but I am not like them, I promise.”
                  “Okay! I believe you, too. I just wish that I had somewhere to go. I don’t know why I want to go to Missouri because I don’t know anyone up there. It just seemed like a direction. Do you have family who will worry about you? Maybe you could take me to visit them and we wouldn’t have to be in the forest forever.”
                  I smiled. “I do have family, but they aren’t really that close to here. They will worry, and they do, but taking a girl home to my mom would only mean one thing in her book. You seem sweet and you are lovely. I don’t know if you want to marry me yet or not.”
                  She cocked her head. “I could think of worse things but we aren’t eighteen yet, so couldn’t get hitched if we wanted to.”
                  “What do you mean eighteen? I’m sixteen and that’s the age that men get married where I’m from.”
                  She laughed, “And what age do girls get married? Ten?”
                  “No, a girl has to have had her twelfth birthday to be wed or become a consort.”
                  She giggled, “Sounds like North Carolina or something. We better walk and talk so we can get out of range of the road and I can set up my tent.”
                  We walked and talked for hours, traversing the lightly wooded landscape. We found a clearing near dusk and Amber got out her small two-man tent. I helped her set it up and gathered firewood. I’d given her all the things that I’d purchased at the store but was set with rations. I shared with her because my heart had decided that it wanted to share everything with her. I didn’t want to admit it, because I was doing exactly what