rebelion

the coachman

Horses rush passage raining, the land that march was to muddy as soon as they step, the driver gives the signal to hasten the pace, but the horses are already very tired, maintain speed, but with more effort every step.

A break sounds like a good idea for the driver, but the time left to finish his journey is not long and his passenger looks like a man with a very impatient temperament.

- My Sir? - Said the coachman.
The coachman delicately opened the curtain that separated him from the carriage, seeking to attract the attention of his passenger.

- I hear it. - The traveler answered.

- Can we take two quarters of an hour to rest? The horses look extremely tired and if they continue like this we will not reach the capital.

The Passenger was silent for a few seconds causing the coachman a little fear, a sigh from the traveler took his hopes away, making him turn his head, slowly closing the curtain, ending their conversation.

- Any other reason?

The coachman swallowed, turning again, he could not see that man, he only managed to see his body and how he was holding a pipe in all the darkness.

- Yes- yes sir, when it rains very hard the horses tend to disobey me, if what bothers you is the rain right now I look for a place so that it does not get wet, my lord.

- Listen to me well, I must get to the capital before the time I gave you - the traveler explained firmly - so it will only be fifteen minutes of rest and the other quarter of an hour will be used to find a place so that I and my children do not get wet. it is understood?

- Yes my lord.

Giving a push to their reins, the horses continued advancing, the coachman took out a small telescope which he used to locate himself on the map that his traveler had lent him with all the notable points on the way.

- My lord, on the map there is an abandoned house in which we could stop to stretch our legs - suggested the coachman - I can see it from here, it is about 10 minutes from us.

- What are you waiting for? Proceed.

- Understood, my lord.

The coachman, without questioning the traveler, drew his reins in the direction of the abandoned house.

When they reached the door of the house, the coachman got out to open the door for the traveler, dipping his cute black leather boots into the mud.

- Wait, first of all verify that there is no one in there - ordered the traveler, opening the door curtain a little.

The coachman obeyed and approached the old wooden door that he could knock down with a single kick, so distrustful was he that when he managed to set foot on the damp wooden stairs of the house he turned around and ran back to the carriage.

- What are you doing? Time is running out.

- Excuse me sir, for safety I'm going to grab the ax, I won't waste your time I assure you.

With the ax in hand, he went to the wooden stairs and faced the door, something smelled bad there, the air felt heavy and the raining was very noisy so that the driver could hear a whisper, a few steps, nothing.

Just at the moment when the coachman was going to kick the door so that he could pass to verify that there was no one, something broke the glass window that was right next to the door giving the coachman a great scare, making him drop his ax .

- Hurry up and get in! - ordered the coachman - That was a rock that flew by the wind!

The coachman looked back and saw how the traveler had come out of the carriage and was standing in the rain with his umbrella waiting for him, staring at him and smoking from his pipe.