Exiting the derelict church came as a relief. The place made me uneasy. Merryweather"s wretched snoring hadn"t helped matters. I hadn"t realised Eternals could snore until I heard him. At first, I felt sure he did it to antagonise, but as the day wore on and the decibel level rose I realised it was just his way. It mirrored him in life: annoying.
We left with barely a word to each other and clambered back into our respective saddles; the two horses hadn"t moved a muscle from the previous night. Whether they"d eaten or not, I could not be sure, but the pair showed no signs of discomfort.
We cantered down the w**d ridden gravel as starlight attempted to break through the wooded enclave. I"d been oblivious to it the previous evening, my mind elsewhere, and wished nothing more than to be far
