The Land of Phaleno: The Princess's Rebirth (Book I)

Chapter Five: "The Cart's Concealed Passenger"

Thirty minutes prior.
The farmer's cart creaked softly as it traversed the cobblestone path, leaving the isolated region towards the inspection gate.

The border region is vigilantly patrolled by guards, as this area constitutes a strictly regulated enclave under royal decree. Stringent prohibitions are enforced to restrict the movement of individuals, safeguarding the realm and preventing any untoward incidents that could befall the region.

The sole exception is granted to farmers, who are permitted to enter and exit for the purpose of selling their produce; however, they must undergo rigorous inspections upon each border crossing. This measure is implemented to ensure that economic activities continue unabated without compromising the safety and security of the region.

The worn tarp covering its goods fluttered in the wind, adding an air of urgency to their journey. As the cart finally halted before the imposing gate that demarcated two distinct territories, the atmosphere grew tense.

The gate was constructed of sturdy wood and rusted metal, flanked by two impeccably uniformed border guards. They scrutinized the cart with keen eyes, ready to conduct their routine inspection. The sound of chains clanged as one of the guards approached the cart and began to lift the tarp.

Beneath the tarp, the concealed woman felt the tension mounting. Her breath hitched, each heartbeat pounding louder as the tarp slowly unfurled. She forced her breath to steady, suppressing any sound as she watched the shadow of the guard's hand graze the tarp's edge. Every inch that opened threatened to reveal her presence, and she could only hope the inspection would be swift and unsuspicious.

The border guard cautiously peeled back the tarp covering the cart, his eyes scanning the contents. Fresh vegetables—carrots, potatoes, and onions—spilled across the cart, creating a seemingly haphazard and disorganized pile. Only the earthy scent of soil and the aroma of vegetables wafted through the air, masking any odor that might emanate from the hidden woman.

Beneath the layer of vegetables, the concealed woman strained to hold her breath. With her body wrapped tightly in a blanket, she dared not move an inch. The blanket concealed her form perfectly, and the spilled vegetables created the illusion that the cart was merely laden with produce, devoid of any suspicion.

The border guard was completely deceived, devoid of any suspicion, as he continued his inspection swiftly. His gaze fell upon the vegetables atop the tarp, even occasionally repositioning those that had fallen back into the cart.

After a few minutes, the guard picked up a carrot, wiped it with his hand, and took a raw bite. Then, he carefully reclosed the tarp, restoring the layer concealing the hidden woman.

"All seems well, and the carrots taste fresh as well," the guard remarked, his voice muffled by the carrot in his mouth as he neatly folded the tarp. "Proceed on your journey, and be cautious on the road."

The farmer nodded, and after expressing his gratitude, he urged his horse forward once more. The steed began to trot briskly, pulling the cart away from the gate. He continued his journey towards the market, while the woman concealed beneath the tarp could breathe a sigh of relief.

After a grueling four-hour journey, the horse carrying the cart of produce from the secluded village finally reached the marketplace. As the horse's pace slowed, the woman peered out from behind the tarp, revealing only her eyes.

Carts lined the cobblestone path, each adorned with colorful awnings fluttering gently in the breeze. Vendors hawked their wares, their voices blending into a symphony of haggling and negotiation.

The air was filled with the fresh scents of produce, roasted bread, and spices. Wooden crates overflowed with fruits and vegetables, their vibrant colors contrasting against the weathered wooden tables. Nearby, the butcher displayed cuts of meat upon a marble counter, the faint aroma of blood wafting through the air. The baker proudly displayed freshly baked bread, the warm scent of dough wafting through the crowd and drawing people towards them.