Part III: Belonging
"Mr White, are you sure you want to sell all of this?" asks the head chef.
Everyone was gathered around it—the old clothes and furniture from the older woman's bedroom.
"Master, why are we selling late Madam's belongings?" asks one of the maids, who is curly-haired.
"Just because," I reply, then close it with a white curtain. Ready to be taken away.
Earlier today, I ordered the maid to vacate the old woman's room and then placed everything here, in front of the gate residents. So, it would be easier for the trader to carry everything to their horseless carriage, which uses human energy to move by stepping on its paddle in the middle of the wheel to move the carriage.
It was my first time seeing it, too.
Most of them only use a horse. It would be much faster.
"Mr White, all the clothes and furniture will be at 179 pennies." tells the trader as he handles the pouch full of coins.
"Any value is fine, then, all set," I speak one's mind and take the pouch at the man's hand.
As the man was wrapping the old woman's belongings, we stood in front of the house, waiting for the man to go.
"Ms maid, take these coins and give them to everyone," I said while passing her the pouch.
"Pardon?" she replied, confused.
"I don't need it; just distribute it to everyone equally."
Then she nodded, understood.
It's hard to describe my attention, but if I could erase the old woman from my memories, I would feel less impaired.
Part IV: On Our Way
Thud!
Thud!
The sound of galloping horses.
I only have three carriages. One is small, and two are enormous. For our belongings, we use an extra carriage; they called it a carryall or, in other words, a cargo, and it is only pulled by two horses. The small carriage is mine, and the others ride in the large carriage.
They will take turns to ride the horses, and we will rest at night.
Every time when night falls, they will gather around a bonfire and tell stories, and every time, I will sit in the carriage listening to their stories until I fall asleep.
But, whenever the morning comes, all the clothes and the belongings of these people will be scattered around as if they were robbed.
"Huh," I sighed.
"Good morning, Mr White; how was your night?" suddenly, the handmaiden approached.
"As usual," I answered shortly while looking at her, walking toward me.
"Reading books?" she asked with a smile, although he already knew my daily routine throughout the journey.
"Yes, and listening," I added.
We both paused and then I began to make my step toward my right arm.
"Hm? Listening to the owls?" she guessed while walking beside me from the side.
"More or less."
He then walked faster than me after realising that I was walking towards the jerrycan filled with water.
"Do you want to take a bath?" she said while showing me the white jerrycan that was neatly stored in the cargo.
"Sure," I answered.
"Alright, I will wet the towel to wipe your body. Mr White, take a sit right here," tell her, after placing a short wooden chair in front of me and then going to get the towel.