Myth or Reality?

Sybil crouched behind the coat rack that stood by the door of her uncle Odulf’s house. She waited silently and hardly breathing for fear of being discovered, as the maid searched around the room muttering to herself. With the many coats hung around her she was covered well.

"Sybie come out now. I’m not playing with you. Sybie!" The maid looked behind the couch and finding nothing stomped out of the room. Sybil darted from behind the coat rack closely followed by Jolie.

Jolie came to Sybil when she was a child; the wolf puppy had been orphaned when her mother was shot by a hunter. Jolie didn’t really come to her, Sybil found her but she was sure that she was meant to be hers. She fed and loved the pup and soon there was no where that Sybil would go without being accompanied by Jolie. One day, only a few years before, Sybil found that she could understand Jolie, and Jolie she. Ever since they had been communicating secretly while others thought she had only trained the wolf.

Sybil carefully opened the door and once out closed it softly.

We’re free! She rejoiced and Jolie pranced on her slim wolf legs happily in response. What do we do know? Sybil looked around at the busy street where people walked either to or from the market place.

Maybe we should get far away from here; Mattie’s bound to notice we’re not in the house anymore. Jolie said and Sybil agreed.

Patting her pocket, which was heavy with coins (Uncle Odulf was a very wealthy man), Sybil started off toward the market figuring they could use some more food if they were really going to run away. She felt so excited now as she walked along the bumpy dirt road wearing her leather traveling boots and a dark brown cloak to match it. She felt they went very well with her tan skin and auburn colored hair. With Jolie trotting beside her, Sybil entered the market place and, for the first time in her short life of 13 years, went to which ever store or stand she pleased all the while smiling.

I think my satchel feels deprived, Sybil said to Jolie, What do you say we make it feel better?

Sybil walked up to the first stand she came to that sold all sorts of weapons. Couldn’t hurt being prepared, she thought and Jolie agreed. From where she was standing, Sybil could see a sword encrusted with expensive jewels and a beautifully decorated scabbard.

"What’s a little girl like yerself doing in the market place all alone?" asked the owner of the stand noticing Sybil staring at the sword.

"That’s a pretty sword." She said not taking her eyes off it.

"Yes, it’s me best one, but I’m afraid that might be out of yer price range."

"Yes," Sybil agreed, "Do you have anything in my price range?"

"Maybe. What’s yer name child?"

"Colette."

"That’s a perty name. Well Colette, what’s a perty little girl doing looking at swords, don’t you want a doll or somethin?"

Sybil ignored the question, "How much would that bow be?" she looked up at a bow that she thought would be about good enough for her.

"Six silver coins."

Six silver coins! Jolie exclaimed and rose on her hind legs putting her front paws on the counter.

I know! Sybil agreed with Jolie.

"Nice dog you got there."

Wolf! Sybil heard Jolie screech.

"That’s way too much, I’m not that ignorant."

"Okay then, four."

"Three." Sybil continued.

"Three." The owner settled and Sybil dug into her pocket.