Prologue Four - The Bauble & The Blade - Lya Only
The rickety cart dropped into a pig-wallow sized hole in the narrow road, causing the pretty passenger to jar her teeth hard enough to bite her tongue. As the tired horse strained his worn out harness which hugged his prominent bones to pull the cart forward, she realized by verification of smell, that it indeed was a pig-wallow. She sucked the blood from her hurt tongue and tried in vain to get comfortable among the half-rotten potatoes the farmer, driving the cart, was hauling. He'd been heading her way... looked safe enough, so she hopped aboard after he'd given her a sleepy twice-over. It had already been a week, maybe more, since she'd been able to bathe, and her clothes stuck to her in the summer evening heat. She wiggled against a large potato that was poking her lower back and tried to anticipate when the next huge bump would come along.
The farmer hadn't been really very talkative so far in the last couple hours they'd been traveling. At one point he'd reached back and handed her a small disk of dried meat to gnaw on, but had talked more to the elderly horse than to her. It came as a surprise when he finally asked her name in a slow drawl, which was evidence that the slow, boring pace was getting to him like it had her in the first five minutes.
"What's yer name Miss? Most folks call me Fig, but me mam, she named be Bill, Bill Figgins." The way he said it almost sounded like he kept it up on a shelf and only took it down for special occasions. Perhaps a cart ride through smelly pig-wallows was special to the gnarled oldster.
The Usher tips his hood: Welcome to Lya, the newest member of our Cast! Poor girl's gotten herself out of the pan and into the fire...
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