A merchant caravan was traveling through the newly completed roads. The wheels were softly crunching against the clay mixture of the road. There were many carriages moving in a neatly arranged formation along the road.
This was the usual merchant caravan that traveled from one city to another for the sale of goods. The caravan was headed by a man in a turban with dark eyes and a droopy posture. The man was Sanjay, and sitting inside the carriage were Harsha and Viswa.
The caravan was just a decoy to get Harsha safely to the Patwardhan mansion. The carriage riders and all the men employed to help the caravan were trusted personnel from the base of Bidar.
Sanjay turned back to Harsha, who had his eyes closed and a sword resting on his shoulder.
"Your Highness. We will be reaching soon."
Harsha opened his eyes to the bright sun ray filtering through the small pores of the canvas covering the carriage.
