Crossing the Borders

As the carriage trundled its way through forests and open roads the King looked about himself but could see very little. He had stepped into a space that was very nearly completely dark inside... which was not unusual - for any lanterns of the escort would usually hang outside - and there was nothing indiscreetly illumined on this night, lest it would attract attention.

No sooner had he been seated upon the velvet couch had the vehicle begun its migration swiftly forward and into the woods.

There was ample room for Richard to sit without crouching or crowding his companion (who had gone strangely quiet).

His fellow traveller, Asgarth, was balancing atop outside beside the driver. He could hear them laugh intermittently.

A horn sounded. "We've just crossed the borders,” the driver's voice bellowed.

"Borders?" he asked unwittingly, "what shire?"

"Why, ours and the Faerie-Land Sire," the voice called back ... "we've arrived into the Fair Land of the Immortals."

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series