The sun climbed the sky until its light hung directly overhead. Several times, sounds of approaching traffic caused the girl to clamor for the relative safety of the ditch. Each time she pressed her body as low as she could into the muck. It wasn't much past spring and the cattails and water reeds were still relatively sparse and low to the ground. She held her breath, shaking among the clouds of buzzing mosquitoes as she waited for them to pass by her hiding spot.
Each time they moved past, consumed in their own conversations to take any notice of the bundle of rags and flesh at the bottom of the ditch. After a couple minutes of silence, the girl would pull herself to her feet and continue her march.
Hours past slowly as the sun kept its vigil on the girl. A mile outside the city, the girl found a torn and tattered monk's robe on the side of the road. She pulled it over her head with careful attention not to snag the rings against her sore joints. The adult robe blanketed the emaciated child's frame. She reached down and tore at the bottom of the robe with grimy nails until it was short enough to keep her from tripping. Her hands were hidden deep in the dark holes of the sleeves as the immense hood threatened to cover her face. She reached up and rubbed the sleeve against her face and began to walk again.
As the sun began to descend towards the west and the shadows stretched long, the girl entered the City of Britain. She stuck close to the water as she moved deeper into the city. The docks were always bustling with some activity, but the lure of drink and women had coaxed many of the sailors to poorly lit rooms. The smell of baking bread percolated through the alleys to the girl as she came to the mouth of a large river. She turned north towards the smell, but froze when a woman with long, brown hair stepped in front of the Blue Boar Tavern. She wore a pair of glasses with a blue dress as she wiped her hands on her green apron. She shouted out across the river at noone in particular, "Soup will be ready shortly. All are welcome. If any of ya'll cause me any lick of trouble, it'll be my foot up your ass." The woman gave one last look around and then went back into the tavern. The girl stood there as if ready to run and hide. After several minutes the smell of food pulled her towards the flickering light of the tavern as caution gave way to more primal needs.