Somewhere in Time

Chapter Four

First, Sir Paul nabbed a torn shirt, "This could make good bandages."

There was a knock at the door, and Bruce opened it.

Finnigan presented him with an ornate, black saddle, with two leather bags on each side, "Your seat, sir. I have taken the liberty of placing some bread and ale from the kitchen, inside. Your compass is inside as well."

"Thank you! Where's my horse?" he asked.

"Why, in the stable just outside of the castle, of course! And don't forget....."

From inside the shirt the servant produced a very nasty-looking stick tipped with what seemed to be real hair.

"Your toothbrush, sir!"

Bruce scrunched his face, examining the gunk on the hygiene utensil, and then dropped it into one of the saddlebags, continuing his packing.

With a bow and a "fare thee well," Finnigan took his leave once more.

Another knock at the door. This time, it was his companion.

"That's me all set, Mr. Paul!"

"I TOLD YOU not to call me that," the knight checked Nate's person with a glance, "Where are your things?"

The wizard grabbed his wands out of thin air, "I've conveniently stored them away in another dimension! All I have to do, is grab for it!"

Bruce exclaimed, "That's brilliant! Can I store some stuff there!?"

"No," said Nate like a child, "get your own extra dimension!"

The other rolled his eyes and said, "go ready your horse. I'll be there shortly."

"Oh, no!" cried the wizard, "You and I shall walk together! You will see my steed in all her glory!"

After a few moments of finalizing things and tying loose ends, the two exited the castle.

The sky was still overcast, reminding the knight of his homeland, England. He looked downward at the dirt trail they trod on, fighting homesick tears.

"Why so glum, lad?" Nate inquired.

He made his answer short and simple, and barely audible over the sheep bleating in the rolling grass around them, "I don't know why I'm here."

His companion clapped him on the back, "Well, chap, none of us do. Not even the wisest wizards have found an answer to that mystery..... Oh! Here's the stable! You'll be wanting your horse, then!"

Bruce jogged in the direction the wizard pointed in, nearing a small, wooden shack, built with the same wood of the fencing that lined the trail on either side. Another fenced area was without, presumably for the horses, in which only one could be seen. He knocked on the door, his travel companion waiting on the road.