"Are you sure that Master Guiterez will be able to protect you?"

Luis pointed at the cots that had been set up in the mill house. "I was asleep on one of those. I never saw a thing." He grinned.

More time was wasted while Agustin hugged Luis and Lucia kissed him on the cheek.

Agustin started putting stuff in a sack. "We'll have to head into the hills. Then on to the coast and somehow get out of Spain."

"Hills I know very well," Lucia said.

"Ah."

They looked toward Luis. "Ah. I know someone at the coast. He owes me a favor." He quickly wrote down a name and village. "Go to him. He'll get you out, if you can only get there."

It was the middle of the night when they left the village. They could see torches beginning to move toward the village from the mouth of the valley, but they had a head start, unlike poor Juan.

They ran toward the hills and didn't stop.

Lucia glanced back only once. Mrs. Bunny hopped out from under a bush, her white coat gleaming in the moonlight.

"Go," Lucia hissed. "Go, bunny. Go, go."

Silver Age

Written by Virginia DeMarce

Grantville, March 1635

Pam Hardesty squatted down next to a set of encyclopedias in the National Research Center. Tuesday. Cross-training for would-be librarians. Someone, somewhere up the food chain, had decided that they would be better-prepared to help researchers in the future if they had some research experience in the present.

"Missy, can you come over here?"

"What's up?"

"Have you ever heard of this before? Some guy wants Grantville to provide him with the dates of the Age of Gold, Age of Silver, Age of Bronze, and Age of Iron."