The pebbles of the beach crunched beneath their sea soaked boots, as they strode up the dunes to the waiting carriage.
Although grateful to have an emissary, Richard would have much preferred to simply ride - he had never used this form of transport before - for caravans were for women, their infants, and invalids and gypsy homes - and not for men of war.
In perceiving his apprehension the stranger said in a low voice "in here we may talk as we travel, without stating our purpose so loudly to the world."
Cautiously the King was still yet not satisfied - for this of itself might be a fickle offering, with someone to bear down upon him once inside.
To this the stranger answered, "A king's ransom might have its appeal, however we are sincere in our willingness to aid his Majesty fully, who we believe to be most wholesome for Britain's wellbeing - and not as dire or diseased as some."
He continued,
"If you do not require our services tonight there shall be no offence taken from this considered rejection."
Richard had not met with such a generous and eloquent speaker before and was considerably falling in love with him.
The men he knew were all brutish in manner - and in most of his searching he had been continuously disappointed with the scholars of thought in the modern world - for he had found them all lacking a true finery and virtue. People cared more for the pomp of their garments than the salvation of their own souls and the saving of the world ... and now, in the dark of the night he had found a champion to convey him with both thought and steed.
"I thank thee with sincerity" he said then stepping up and into the rickety wooden caravan that was tied to two old dappled horses who stood asleep with the cold.
Of course it so happened that the carriage had a much larger interior than one could have judged just by looking at its outside - for it was made of that wood, same wood from the enchanted forest - and was now jerking through the night with some very surprised passengers within.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
Although grateful to have an emissary, Richard would have much preferred to simply ride - he had never used this form of transport before - for caravans were for women, their infants, and invalids and gypsy homes - and not for men of war.
In perceiving his apprehension the stranger said in a low voice "in here we may talk as we travel, without stating our purpose so loudly to the world."
Cautiously the King was still yet not satisfied - for this of itself might be a fickle offering, with someone to bear down upon him once inside.
To this the stranger answered, "A king's ransom might have its appeal, however we are sincere in our willingness to aid his Majesty fully, who we believe to be most wholesome for Britain's wellbeing - and not as dire or diseased as some."
He continued,
"If you do not require our services tonight there shall be no offence taken from this considered rejection."
Richard had not met with such a generous and eloquent speaker before and was considerably falling in love with him.
The men he knew were all brutish in manner - and in most of his searching he had been continuously disappointed with the scholars of thought in the modern world - for he had found them all lacking a true finery and virtue. People cared more for the pomp of their garments than the salvation of their own souls and the saving of the world ... and now, in the dark of the night he had found a champion to convey him with both thought and steed.
"I thank thee with sincerity" he said then stepping up and into the rickety wooden caravan that was tied to two old dappled horses who stood asleep with the cold.
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Of course it so happened that the carriage had a much larger interior than one could have judged just by looking at its outside - for it was made of that wood, same wood from the enchanted forest - and was now jerking through the night with some very surprised passengers within.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
I was intrigues with the first paragraph, and the evocative language that was utilized. Possibly, it was even more pictorial. A simple tale, that one went with, as it gather momentum and, again, action occurred in the final paragraph. I loved it.
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