Everywhere they turned, they could not risk being seen. Towns, villages, the smallest human habitation was forbidden to them. Sometimes, they saw themselves in Wanted posters, their faces drawn with incredible detail. The reward was steep, and anyone in the destitution of poverty that the king had left them in would be happy to trade them in for the pounds of gold promised.
The first night, they managed to cover fifty miles before the horses refused to move any more. They stopped and rested for a few hours while the sun peeked over the horizon, making the sky rosy with light. The air was frigid, and the girls slept close to one another for warmth, huddled in their cloaks, their breath steaming with each exhale.