Re: Part 5 - To Grimwood
The journey through the village goes smoothly. The steady drizzle continues, but the oxen seem content to keep going at their steady pace. Their response to Aarnr's presence, and his threats and demands, is to trudge along the road, chewing the cud. In other words, they act as if the priest is wholly irrelevant to them. Which he may well be. They understand the reins, the cart behind, and the road ahead. They even understand, on a very basic level, the encouraging words of a driver.
Threats of violence and talk of retribution are meaningless, so they don't listen to them.
At one point, as the cart passes along one side of the village's market place, one man recognises some of the people with it as the strangers who had been taken in to talk with Shandril yesterday. He speaks to another, who points them out to a third, then a fourth... and the cart's passage out of the northern end of the market is accompanied by a ragged cheer, and cries of, "Get the Crucible back!" and "Make the thieving bastard suffer!"
The temple of Freya and sundry smaller shrines, stand close to the road where it exits the village running north. Beyond the temple, it is immediately noticeable that the road is even more rutted and time-worn than that to the south of the village. Clearly nobody has tried to keep the road to Grimwood in good condition, at least not for many years.
And still they carry on, leaving Fairhill behind them.
As the road leads further north, the land rises, becoming more and more bleak. Rough, rock-strewn hillocks covered with heather, gorse and briars, interspersed with low-lying areas of marshland where the frogs call constantly, the calls carrying eerily in the cold damp air.
And there, in the distance, they finally spot a dark smear across the horizon which can only be Grimwood.
And, as if some sort of omen of ill fortune, there is a hill to their right, too even in shape to be natural, and with five stone stelae standing on its crown, like the fingers of some vast hand clawing at the low clouds...