4.2

Even with the expensive suspension of the royal wagon it was a bumpy ride between Marshmountain and Banford. Lord Anon was unusually joyous and talked at length with the supreme priest about all sibjects that came to mind. He even gave hints about how he thought the priest should try out one of his many dress maidens. They were all very enjoyable he exclaimed with a booming voice. The priest tried to tell the Lord that he had taken a vow of absense which promptly was dismissed by the lord.
- Absense huh? I know what you priests are like. You are like all men, you and me are branched from the same tree. Give us a glimps of a beautiful virgin and we make damn sure that we are the one to deflower her. And you know what this one will be, don't you?
The priest tried to look unaffected by this but after he had been allowed to read the message that had caused this hasty journey it was a tough job just to keep himself from smiling. But he was a man of god and had to show up a front that at least indicated that he still were one of the glorious ones.
- After all these years of waiting, would you have thought that it would be at a village so close that the embraced one would show herself. Imagine what she can grant us! Ferocious powers and exstatic emotions. Coachman, more speed please!, he shouted out the window.
The lords aide sat silent beside the priest not knowing where to look. He was used to his lords language and expressions but today he seemed possessed by this message of his.

- Coachdriver, why have we slowed to a crawl?, Lord Anon shouted to the driver. You do know we are in a hurry, don't you?
- Yes my liege, I know we are in a hurry. But the road is blocked by a broken wagon.
- Can you not drive beside it?
- I will do my best my liege.