With one Spy thinking of reporting his matter to the Morgs, another Spy was rushing back home as calm as he could.
One must be very careful in these dark times surrounded by enemies everywhere and walls that had ears too.
~Gallop. Gallop. Gallop.
All 4 horses carefully pulled on his grand carriage across the snowy roads.
The blizzards this time of year were harsh, bringing nothing but death wherever they swept.
In winter, his carriage tires were different.
Although flat, they were made slightly rough and thicker than usual.
The horses also had to be careful when moving because if they should slip, his carriage would also go into disarray, causing a heavy tumble and rubble for its carriers.
Sigh...
The man calmly massaged his aching head, only he knew what he was truly worried about.
His guards on horseback riding beside his carriage out in the snow were patient, never complaining and guarding him diligently.
