Previous canto: "To Catch a Thief"
by Kevin F. Story
The driver seemed to have something else in mind, and the carriage slowly passed the house. Delfort poked his head out.
“Excuse me, driver? Could we stop here the night?”
The driver was silent. The carriage continued.
James leaned his head out the other window. “Whoa!” he bellowed.
The carriage stopped. Delfort thanked James with a nod, after which they got out to have a talk with the driver, who was fast asleep. James found a long stick and poked the driver to rouse him, which took three attempts.
“Eh?” yawned the driver.
“We shall be stopping here the night,” said the prince.
“Eh,” nodded the driver.
“Right.” With that, Delfort and James approached the building, a small house of timber and pitch. They knocked and were easily admitted.
“Have fun,” said the driver.
He looked around the silent woods. Getting dark, he thought. His mind felt like sheep's wool: soft and fluffy, but with specks of this and that in it, and smelling faintly of animal.
The horse interjected something by way of blowing air through her nostrils.
“Eh, old girl?” asked the driver.
The horse slowly stepped forward.
“Ah, fine.” The driver's eyelids were heavy. He yawned. “I wonder what's over there, too.”
Thus, they rode off together into the fading light.
Prince Delfort's adventure continues next time in "Gold, Glory, and Goddesses"...