2.6
They stopped for the night at a small guesthouse but choose to sleep by the carts. At the break of dawn they paid their dues and got up in the carts again for the final part of the journey. Barely 7 hours of traveling was left according to the owner of the guesthouse.
The traffic on the road was light in the early hour but was quickly getting heavier. Most of the traffic was going towards Benford but the wagons and cart heading the opposite direction caused the travelling to become an affair of squeezing by eachother with just inches to spare.
The road in this area had been laid with stone instead of being just a dirtroad. This made it more durable but also tougher on the carts. After some miles of the stone road the left rear wheel of the second wagon had had enough and broke at the spoke. The cart collapsed backwards and the three crates slid back and broke open slightly at the impact with the stones. Jobs head rolled out of the cart en rolled down into a ditch. From the crates a thin stream of white sand and straw fell out.
- Get me outta here!, could immidiatly be heard from the ditch.
Petrus jumped quickly out of the cart and started ordering the others around.
- Seal those crates, inspect the damage on the cart, get those wheel parts, find the tools. And someone hide that japping head!
After finding the tools and pulling the crates down on the road they mended them hastily with some nails and inspected the cart.
- Sorry Petrus but the impact cracked the woodwork of the cart and it would need a fair amount of repairs to work again.
This was not the news Petrus was in the mood for but he had to trust his companions with their craftmanship.
- Ok, we move the crates to the other cart and continue on. It will mean we will have to walk from now on but the goods will be delivered and they will be delivered on time. Get a move on now!
A coachdriver shouted at Petrus and his men to move but Petrus waved him away.
- We are working as fast as we can!, he shouted back
- My lord is very pressed for time. He will be most unpleased with you unless you move now!
- I cannot magically make this move by itself! Can you?, Petrus shouted back more than a little annoyed.
But the large wagon started to roll by no matter what and Petrus had to move aside quick to avoid being run over. Just as they passed by the rear wheel got stuck on one of the crates and began rolling over it cracking it in the process.
- Stop now! You are destroying my goods!
- It is too late to stop now, the coachdriver shouted looking back guiltily.
Out through the side window a welldressed man looked out, waved slightly and said,
- It is for the good of the country. We thank you for your sacrifice.
- It is him, the lord Anon! It is the damnation! Stop that wagon or we are doomed!, screamed Jobs head.
The traffic on the road was light in the early hour but was quickly getting heavier. Most of the traffic was going towards Benford but the wagons and cart heading the opposite direction caused the travelling to become an affair of squeezing by eachother with just inches to spare.
The road in this area had been laid with stone instead of being just a dirtroad. This made it more durable but also tougher on the carts. After some miles of the stone road the left rear wheel of the second wagon had had enough and broke at the spoke. The cart collapsed backwards and the three crates slid back and broke open slightly at the impact with the stones. Jobs head rolled out of the cart en rolled down into a ditch. From the crates a thin stream of white sand and straw fell out.
- Get me outta here!, could immidiatly be heard from the ditch.
Petrus jumped quickly out of the cart and started ordering the others around.
- Seal those crates, inspect the damage on the cart, get those wheel parts, find the tools. And someone hide that japping head!
After finding the tools and pulling the crates down on the road they mended them hastily with some nails and inspected the cart.
- Sorry Petrus but the impact cracked the woodwork of the cart and it would need a fair amount of repairs to work again.
This was not the news Petrus was in the mood for but he had to trust his companions with their craftmanship.
- Ok, we move the crates to the other cart and continue on. It will mean we will have to walk from now on but the goods will be delivered and they will be delivered on time. Get a move on now!
A coachdriver shouted at Petrus and his men to move but Petrus waved him away.
- We are working as fast as we can!, he shouted back
- My lord is very pressed for time. He will be most unpleased with you unless you move now!
- I cannot magically make this move by itself! Can you?, Petrus shouted back more than a little annoyed.
But the large wagon started to roll by no matter what and Petrus had to move aside quick to avoid being run over. Just as they passed by the rear wheel got stuck on one of the crates and began rolling over it cracking it in the process.
- Stop now! You are destroying my goods!
- It is too late to stop now, the coachdriver shouted looking back guiltily.
Out through the side window a welldressed man looked out, waved slightly and said,
- It is for the good of the country. We thank you for your sacrifice.
- It is him, the lord Anon! It is the damnation! Stop that wagon or we are doomed!, screamed Jobs head.
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