Familiar Parts XII-XIIIXII.Proserpina awoke the next morning looking up at the thatch and the roof beams, but hearing an incongruous sound that she placed as marching boots. The concepts of both boots and marching were foreign to cats, but it called up a kittenhood memory in her, a time when she had seen the army marching past as she now realized they must be marching through Laneum. They were probably on the same route for the same reason, she realized. Where could one be going, marching along the river, except towards the pass? And why would one cross the pass except to confront Noctanus? He had been a danger two years ago. It sobered her how small she was compared to the events around her, and how much of them she did not understand.Well, she could never hope to understand what she was not a part of. She kicked off her blanket, hopped out of bed, and got dressed. She could not shake the feline habit
Familiar Parts X-XIX.Lucius had shaken her. She returned to the village, but it seemed all faces and eyes, staring at her, prying into her. She spent another half a sesterce on some bread and cheese for lunch, but they caught in her dry throat, so she wrapped them up in a handkerchief, put them in her pocket, and fled across the bridge into the forest.She finally stopped, out of breath, and sat down with her back to a rough tree trunk. She felt calmer in the cool verdant shadows beneath the trees, but nagging fear remained. She realized that she had formed an idea of the man whose nephew had petted her while she was still a cat. He had seemed kind and liked cats and she had felt that he was the sort of person who would still like her as a human, even if he knew her past. She realized now that human prejudices ran just as deep, perhaps deeper, than feline ones. The people in the village smiled at her, they chat
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