Mist of invention

Part fourteen

The carriage rode slowly trough the woods. The horses in front puffing air out of their noses and the wheels creaking.

I never thought of the trip to Lord Faulkner's mansion as a long one, but maybe I had to reconsider. It seemed like centuries. Only me, my thoughts and the creaking of the wheels.

The trees went past me in a blur. Not because of how fast we went. Nor had my eyes suddenly worsened, of that I was pretty sure.

My face felt wet.

The wheels continued to protest.

The horses in front neighed.

The charioteer screamed.

Screams. I blinked, vision clearing. I heard someone screaming. Not just someone, the man in front of the carriage. The man driving my means of transportation had screamed.

Danger.

I put my head out of the window. Nothing in front of me. Nothing to the right, nothing to the left.

The cart shook. I could barely stay standing and had to latch myself on to the wall. There was something going on. There was someone here.

Head back out the window. Nothing in front. Nothing right, nothing left. Nothing above me.

Something beneath me.

Yellow teeth stared me in the face. A man, laying halfway underneath the carriage, looked up at me. Smiling.

"Wheels blocked, they can't run!" The man screeched, happiness shining trough in his voice.

The one scream was followed by many others. This time in front of me. It were, one, two, three. About three other bandits, aside from the one under me.

I blinked once more, and looked back to the oncoming ruffians.

O well, a distraction is a distraction.