If a candle burns blue, it is a token of bad luck, for it indicates the presence of a death sperrit.

Two rapid taps, then a familiar slidin sound of the trapdoor openin, and a rush of cool air mixed with the smell of bakin bread.

Brightwell reached down and lifted a tin hog-scraper candlestick and a pile of clothing onto the table. The candle burned brightly beside him. Next he bent over the trapdoor and pulled up a tiny silver-haired woman in drab brown clothes and a white apron. She reminded me of a wren, but with eyes the blue of cornflowers. She weren’t no bigger than me.

“Good to see thee awake, sweet girl,” the woman said as she brushed at her apron.

I started a-cryin and couldn’t stop. I kept them words, sweet girl, tucked into my heart, and I always hoped that I would hear them again someday. Nobody had called me sweet girl since my grandpa had passed.

“Lark, this here’s Auntie Theodate,” Zenobia said as she reached out to comfort me.

That made it worse. I hardly never cry when I’m alone, but I never cry in front of no one. Until today.

“I owe you for helpin me,” I said, wipin at my eyes with the sleeve of my nightshirt.

“Thee doesn’t owe me,” Auntie answered, “but thee will need to help me with what we’re doing here if thy friends are to be free.”

“Help? What kind of help?”

“I’m sure thee heard thy father and brothers. They said the dogs led them to my house. I had to invite them to come in, but I told them the dogs must stay outside because of my sick, old tabby cat. I knew if I let the dogs in they would lead them straight up here to thee.

“I asked them to sit and share a bit of food with me, but they told me they didn’t want food, they wanted to look through my house. I told them they were welcome to look, but that the only thing they would find would be my nephew Asa and my cat.”

“But what if they’d found me—found us?” I asked, looking first at Zenobia, then Auntie and Brightwell.

“Don’t worry,” Zenobia said. “You in the room above the pantry. Trapdoor hid good in the ceiling. Auntie had the old door to the room bricked off like a chimney. Lots of others found a safe place up here too.”

I had so many other questions I wanted to ask Auntie, but afore I could say a word, we heard a scramblin sound from below and up popped the head of the red-haired boy I seen in the woods.

“Asa, thee has put the fright into us,” Auntie said. “Now come up here and meet Lark, the girl thee found in the woods.”

“He the one who led us to Auntie’s,” Brightwell said. “I told him you needed a safe house too.”

The boy pushed himself up through the door, and Brightwell pulled him the rest of the way into the little room, which were crowded as our spring henhouse.

“And you threw them rocks at me?” I asked.

“Thee was startin off the wrong way, and I needed to set thee on the path to Auntie’s house. Thee was lookin sick and walked around in a big circle. I needed to wake thee up, but I couldn’t stay behind to guide thee. I had to make sure Brightwell and Zenobia made it safe to Auntie’s.”

“You woke me up all right. You landed them rocks right on my back. But I wouldn’t have found my way here without the arrows and the lines of pebbles you left for me.”

Asa grinned and stuck out his hand. I reached out, shook it, and said, “You had me right scairt when I saw you with all them men and dogs. I thought you’d send them my way, but you pointed the other way and off they went. They was so close to catchin me, well, I almost climbed down out of the tree to wait for them.”

“Thy pa and brothers were even closer today,” Asa said. “My father was on a night run with two slaves. Father usually can keep the catchers at bay, but this time it was up to me. I had to keep the dogs away with some of Auntie’s soup bones. Sorry, Auntie. I used them most all up. Thy pa had a right hard time getting the dogs to leave here.”

We all laughed, and then Auntie pushed the pile of folded clothes toward me.

“Take thy time, Lark. When thee feels fit enough to join us, we will tell thee our plan for moving Zenobia and Brightwell to the North.”

My friend Zenobia would be leavin me? Leavin me forever and goin north? I didn’t want to help her leave me. I just found her again.

“And we need to find thee a safe house farther away until thy father stops searching,” Auntie said.

Auntie didn’t know it yet, but I were not lettin Zenobia and Brightwell leave me behind. And I knowed my pa—nothin would stop him huntin for me. He didn’t care a goose feather what I wanted or how I were treated, but he did care that I weren’t there slavin for him anymore. He counted on me for work, work fittin for a man, not a girl. I belonged to him, like his huntin dogs and his guns. He wouldn’t never give up lookin for me around here. No way I’d wait for him to find me. Safe house or not. Wherever Zenobia went, I were follerin.

A warm breeze whispered through the slats above us. The candle on the table guttered, wavered, and burned blue—the bad death light of sperrits. Brightwell cupped his hand around the flame till it steadied, and the light burnt golden again.

I set back against the wall, plumb wore out, then fingered acrost my buckeye and set it on the table. I couldn’t even think anymore about the close call we had or what needed doin in the next few days.

“Thee must rest now, Lark. Zenobia will bring thee a meal. Stay up here until she comes. Take time. Talk. Tomorrow will be here soon,” Auntie said.

Auntie helped me and Hannah doll slip under the light summer counterpane that smelt of lavender. She pulled it up to my chin and tucked it around us. When she brushed the wisps of hair off my forehead and patted me, I wanted to curl up against her like a kitten.

“Sleep, sweet girl,” Auntie whispered.

I closed my eyes and their voices moved in and out of my dreams. I heard the words Yardley, white pebbles, twigs, and then the voices faded. I felt warm inside and out. Like I were all wrapped up in safe for the first time since Grandpa was took. Were this like being in a family?

“Brother Yardley will be thy conductor, Zenobia. Thee can expect him soon. Say thy good-byes to Lark,” Auntie said.

I couldn’t open my eyes, couldn’t speak. What did Auntie mean, conductor? Good-byes? I would be follerin Zenobia. I would be follerin.